Vice

[Chorus: Breeze Embalm] Man it feels good to live good love good Man it feels good to live Man it feels good to live good love good Man it feels good to live [Verse 1: Breeze Embalm] So much misfortune on this earth that ain't important Shoot a nigga shoot a nigga leave em with the corpses They say life's a drag, yea just noose him to the horses It's not that they don't care, oh it is? That's that horse shit Get on your bike and pedal If you fast enough might get yourself a medal They get on their bike and pedal If they fast enough just might escape the rebels-ain't no devil In the churches, that's just a priest and his warship And his taste of these boys till he fucking surfeit And hell keep going until he gets his sure fit So much shit to be said might be no chorus So lets ask for help from Jesus or Horus Which ever god allows his name be used to blow shit up I'm so fed up - with circumstance Should have just made a song where you learn a dance [Chorus: Breeze Embalm] Man it feels good to live good love good Man it feels good to live Man it feels good to live good love good Man it feels good to live [Verse 2: Breeze Embalm] Now on the topic of murder I'm a little conflicted Lets open up a panel on soldiers that enlisted I'm sure there some good folk But most just wanna kill shit A million something troops What are the Vegas odds Touchy subject? Not here to talk whips in the garage I'm here to break backs, not give out massage Look at the Rolodex of Bank of America An I bet you'll find the government of America They butt buddies, for that slut money So they Too big to fail, too big to jail Too human to not vote They got their rights faster than we folk Like the constitution is to business bespoke Look at the coke lines in Wall Street Those users living good Marijuana users in prison Thems black folk from the hood [Chorus: Breeze Embalm] Man it feels good to live good love good Man it feels good to live Man it feels good to live good love good Man it feels good to live [Verse 3: Breeze Embalm] I talk about the problems talk about the issues But what I chose to do? Rap I bit you 2pac Talking bout changing the mind that going to change true Talk about absolving oneself just to guilt you I make songs like this as a reminder to myself That when it's time to make change don't expect no help Do good for goods sake, you don't need an excuse Be a floor for the powerless, Cause the rich will burn the roof The roof the roof, The roof is on fire Don't drink up all the liquor, Well Molotov the empire Bring em down to their knees, Can you hear the choir Cause music is a weapon though not the only Should we Malcolm Or Ghandi Guevara or M. King Be full of good Not foolish and empty It's so tempting To want to sit back Have no impact and watch it unfold in the rear view The rich will go rotten That's what mills do But the poor that don't act don't exist - who Are you in the world of these vices Are you The icy or the righteous [Chorus: Breeze Embalm] Man it feels good to live good love good Man it feels good to live Man it feels good to live good love good Man it feels good to live