Saigon - Blown Away Pt 2 Feat Sticman of Dead Prez lyrics

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I pour some water on the ground for the soldiers is fallin

those who paid the ultimate price with their answer they callin

to all of the bottles that we loss it the people and coming

you got blown away but you didn't go in vain

two examples of change, on the front line of the battle,

brothers like bunch a quarter..and roll it matter

was it a hit in agenda, wasn't ..

he got blowin away still unknown the way

John Lenin and Gandy both a proposal of peace

spiritual proposes they talk, millions of people they reach

still the devil is the most plot in the dark in the light

both got blowin away so bury in my glock is my right

is there a message encoded and keepin the vibal display

rending the people of fray, keeping the movement that bay

calling that pro is alive still to discur is the rise,

need as get blowin away the media covers our eyes,

money they..we're hoping for tomorrow

whether is vertical, or the violence is hold to..

..to many cousins that wasn't the bullets that took you

or was it the situation society put you

though I rad it for peace, til I carry my peace

I keep it free the pre, I keep it all decrease,

they say it's real in the speech but just watch what you say

before your face on the shirt like he got blowin away

Hook:

I knew what rapper they just round it of the dope in this ground

but heard the dead prayers reg it the hope in his mind

you know what happen the second he first plat,

he got blown away.

This other kid it never listen to the ash of the day

so yesterday I gave em a couple reckless to play

he heard clappin in the shit that I did betray

he got blown away.

I pour some henny on the floor for every young boy

murder in Baltimore watch the little rock august

Philadelphia they see the shut town

and every other ghetto with niggas get shot down

the drama is pitiful, little niggas is..

we ignore the fact that all the crime is political

were some of this blowin away, some of this going away

prison population and flatin the shit grown every day

is usually us, 'cause occupying the rickeous bus

is more than the slightest just

and shit is a Christ is cut

three hundred fifty million guns in United States,

that corner my music conscious I'm calling that white away

the ghettos that I escape a lot of others come

is hard when your pops are crack it, then your mother..

and you discover the slums not the place that you stay

the only way to leave it is for you to get blown away.

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