Violent Times

(Verse 1: Slaine) Oh I'm in love with the drugs, I'm in love with the women I've got "Drugs, Money, Sex." tattooed on my arm and I take it from coast to coast Yeah, this time is really rainin' on me, I've got no cover The only one who thinks I'm handsome is my own mother The street game is a bitch and I don't love her When you dope they jones so I keep my poems gutter I speak clearly into mics and I don't stutter These other clowns talk loud and they won't shut up I have declared war therefore from here on There ain't no army that can attack that I ain't prepared for I am in rare form, scarin' the norm All night long 'til I disappear in the dawn In between heaven and hell, my spirit is torn Between the Virgin Mary and fly hookers wearing a thong I'm on so many drugs that my eyes are blurry But they still can't hide or disguise my fury He who lives life slow will die in a hurry Live by the gun, you fire in a violent flurry (Chorus) We're livin' in a violent time and my eyes designed for crime We kill for a nickel or dime and there ain't no way you can vic me for mine cause I'm Livin' in a violent time and my eyes designed for crime We kill for a nickel or dime and there ain't no way you can vic me for mine (Verse 2: Sick Jacken) Well underground like the freedom movement See our car in the street, salute it These are bars from the psycho unit We stay strong despite the lack of union Cops throw us in the jail like the camps in Munich Exiled in the palace of the most polluted Fallen stars from ghetto spars and block shootings Another soldier taken away to stop you and us from improving It almost seems change is just an illusion I'm losing my life before my pride I'm a student of the revolution Put me in a noose if I'm a nuisance Give me a truce or get strong abuse from troops That wanna break loose from the force you're using We're rebelling in the form of music Speak truth and I hope you use it It's a sore world how Bush views it We gotta take the power back and get through this If not, there's no future for our kids, get to it (Chorus) (Verse 3: Ill Bill) It was the first robbery of 2006 Banana clips, a couple cops got shot Listen to the sound of the police when the bullet rips through his knot You hear nothing, just another tear drop in the plot Another kid gets killed by a stray bullet Another grandmother cries in the pulpit It's bullshit, we need more justice of the people Yet we sell drugs even though we know it's evil It's a way lot more complicated than that And that's why half the projects gravitated to crack Nowdays the hustle game is all fucked up Have you up state, doing 15 years for nothing Not guilty were the first ones with good alibies Cops is pissed, they got the whole hood paralyzed Fuck all of y'all, prosecutors never can hurt me Cause I've got big retainers with the best attorneys (Chorus)