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Date Posted: 13:09:06 08/24/13 Sat
Author: Vice Verser
Subject: Getaway

Diamonds in the pinky ring with VVS clarity
I plan to rage against the machine until they bury me
The new me is breaking through, the old me been dead
In my black leather chilling with some black skinheads
Doing what I wanna do, this freedom must be exercised
and make the Devil mad 'cause these demons must be exorcised
Revolutions televised but disasters get ignored
Worldwide homocides, bodies washing on the shore
They don't want that hardcore, I don't think they could handle that
Sex, lies and videotape without the camera man
Cognac pouring and some whores from a foreign land
I ask 'em if they fucking or not like I was Killah Cam
Catch me on a beat break sending out the heat wave
I balled up all the negatives and tossed 'em in a deep grave
Guess I'm just a modern slave looking for a better day
Feeling like Tubman when she finally made her getaway
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The dead got it easy but it's crazy how I miss 'em
Pour out a little liquor for my niggas in the system
A toast for the assholes that never miss a day of work
and if I'm out of line I hope my real friends say it first
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Catch me in the struggle trying to bubble overnight
I come from the bottom where two wrongs make a right
Got my foot on the pedal like I'm trying to make the light
In a race against time but my future's looking bright
I'll be on another cloud looking for vanilla skies
I don't hate I just do me so I'm the one that they despise
People love to point the finger, they don't like to take the blame
Give a damn about the fame, I'm kicking ass and taking names
Making moves with my crew, smoke a blunt and stay real
Critics got opinions but I never cared how they feel
I stay in left-field, zoning out before the batter swings
I like this routine, I get upset when things have to change
Wish I had a time-machine to take me to the next now
Wanna rise up but I passed out and pressed down.

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