Angels & Demons

[Verse 1] She work in the corner, hungry But these streets got plenty crack for her Bloody massacre, passengers with money asking her for sex Money-hungry scavengers circling the air Why is capitalism the only culture we share? This lost paradise that lead 'em on To terrorize the streets with bombs Even my own father caught a parasite from Vietnam I was that child scared of life, who wishes he was there that night Like you won't touch your hair the night Those parasites who beat his mom Looking at his parents' pipe, tryin' to keep his calm No longer scared to fight, the boy who once was weak is strong Grew fangs, became a wolf, speak the thoughts, leak out my skull To stop the sheepish evil cult cause the average people won't I awoke, my mother's been crying the whole night But I'm 21 now, my mother's been crying my whole life I can't repay you with any money I hand her Even if I hold it tight and help her fight the cancer Even when we fight and I act like I can't stand her She asks me if I wanna live, and I don't know the answer We've been working like slaves, our hands hurt Rich people don't know they're rich; they live at higher standards These tiny cribs with no heat Tiny ribs with no meat Riding whips with no seats And writing shit with no beats I'm like a pit with no leash, that's biting pigs and police It's the right thing I chose to speak Uniting us through global peace [Verse 2] We've been waiting for a change... it's here now Politics is the reason we've been poor for years now My peers clown when they're drunk at a barbecue Cause they think life is something to party through The company's marketing is targeting you It's partially true, then again you already knew Are we confused? Cause whether we rich or poor All we think about it money, money and gettin' more! I use my fist to force this bitch to hit the floor, when all is done This liquor store lick can support my college fund Put all them fucking hands up and give me your wallet Don't make me pull out this whatchamacallit I used to work a nine-to-five for nothing, scrubbing a dish No bucket or whip, yeah I take a bus on this bitch I'm depressed as hell cause I'm in love fuckin' this chick But I'm thinkin' about my ex while she's cuttin' her wrist They can't stomach my shit, they don't know how Only live They grew up with silver spoons like Only's homies did I won't be rich and we won't be stars But a fuck I don't give so don't be hard This isn't the first time that I wrote these bars Shit got stolen when they broke into my car So this is the rewrite and it only seems right If my mood changes when Sape brings back in the beat, like—