Constant Consumption - Promoe

I wandered along was pondering on

The following day and the followring song

Meanwhile on the other side of town

On the mean streets some kids ride around

I got home, some ideas jotted down

Turned out the lights, went to sleep not a sound

While they blowin in the wind living but no rules

But the street’s, yo they living but no roots

None of us is over given the whole truth

Most of us is just driven on cold fuels

Super leaded and super deaded who- where over

For loot and credit we’re shootin' steady

We’re heated up in the heat of the moment

Speeded up just to beat his opponent

Grim reaper’s in gym sneakers whith pimp features

But we all got the same teachers

North, south, west or eastside

Meanwhile I dream I kick a freestyle going…

Tick tock you don’t stop

We got pick pockets corrupt cops

We got petty thieves in baggy jeans

Baggars and bootleggers and angry teens

Politic tick tock you don’t stop

We got shots smugglin' crack rock

Conjunction junction what’s your function

Constant Consumtion that’s your function

Let me tell the world how i wish

There could be something, anyting

In this world for me…

Flippin' motorolas, sippin' Coca-colas

In a sunny resort with chickens on they shoulders

Meanwhile on the rich side of town

Kids got sweet dreams of street dreams

Thanks to gangsta fairytales they smoke dank and marinate

To music that their parents hate, but they can’t relate

To anything that their parent say

It’s all hypocrisy and lies, they react with hate

Blowin' in the wind livin' by no rules

Their parents are tired ain’t giving 'em no roots

No guidance, they ain’t tellin the whole truth

Kids captivated by the mike check 1,2

Let me tell the world how i wish

There could be somewhere, anywhere

In this world for me…

Meanwhile, back on my side of town

I wake up tryin to spot what I jotted down

Radio playin' loud with the rugged sound

Interrupted by the news of a kid, and other kids that shot him down

26 years old just like me

Aspirations and hopes just like me

He was playin' a role just like me

Now his story got told just slightly

Now he’s packaged and sold just like me

Well god rest his soul cus this might be

Cynical but he fitted in a rhyme pattern

In a time where rhymes matter more that a life shattered

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world

Same sun, moon and stars same things occur

Some things better and some things worse

Same people struggle, same visions are blurred

By state supervision or state super prisoner

Private owned, let’s break through for shizzle cus

Meanwhile in the penal

Kids locked down for life, thay ain’s kickin' freestyles going.

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