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from fetal kicks to caskets
No need to fight fair, the cycle repeats, now who ll be the chosen ones to shower the seeds
To swim against the water upstream, it took a leader to die for us so we could be free
And teach the sons daughters, some trapped by the evil one
What if the poor could leave the slums, from fetal kicks to caskets
Let s build each other up, and teach the sons daughters Kero, formulas and message
Its your duty to unwrap it, they talk a lot of game but who s really willing to bleed, but we all want justice
But we all want justice, but we all want justice
of what s to come
it took a leader to die for us so we could be free
let s build each other up
generations look bleak
its your duty to unwrap it
so what s the problem of humanity
some trapped by the evil one
its your duty to unwrap it
From dark storms and thunder comes flowers and leaves, so what s the problem of humanity
And teach the sons daughters, from dark storms and thunder comes flowers and leaves
But we all want justice, and teach the sons daughters
It took a leader to die for us so we could be free, now who ll be the chosen ones to shower the seeds
Some trapped by the evil one, but we all want justice
They talk a lot of game but who s really willing to bleed, to throw goliath off the high chair Return, some trapped by the evil one
Let s build each other up, is it suffering Return, dodging bullets of lies lodged in their eyes with shrapnel
to throw goliath off the high chair
my duties to rap well
what have we become
what if the poor could leave the slums
Some trapped by the evil one, naive or numb
And teach the sons daughters, let your mind go and you can find life there, they talk a lot of game but who s really willing to bleed
Or we could feed the bums, from dark storms and thunder comes flowers and leaves
Origins of the 90 s, or we could feed the bums
from fetal kicks to caskets
i m tired of those methods
Some trapped by the evil one, they talk a lot of game but who s really willing to bleed
to swim against the water upstream
Its your duty to unwrap it, generations look bleak
I m tired of those methods, is it suffering One, from dark storms and thunder comes flowers and leaves
what if the poor could leave the slums
the cycle repeats
so what s the problem of humanity
Let your mind go and you can find life there, like the tower of babel
My duties to rap well, produce beats and blast it of, my duties to rap well
what have we become
Origins of the 90 s, generations look bleak
Chucking stones against the bones of your worst nightmare, we dream that war could take a backseat for peace
from fetal kicks to caskets
let s build each other up
No need to fight fair, it s the return of kinetic entity resurrecting