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No More

Rich Green
Lingua: Inglese





Cowboys dem a die-
Cowboys dem a die in the hood
Pop pop goes the sound of the gat
[x5]

[1st Verse:]
To all the cowboys in the streets holding gats,
Who are strapped for close range, armed combat
Who are desperate to make just a little bit of paper
People see through you and you feel like vapour.
You feel like a zombie in this ghost town
You feel like your life's gonna be hell bound
You dont know where to go you have no guidance
You're guided by your gun which results more violence..
People gettin' filled with holes like a soccer net
If you ain't tell the truth, put a sock in it
I'm the new sheriff, close your mouth and listen up
My mouth's a volcano about to erupt..

No more abuse of innocent people,
No more slain bodies under our steeples,
No more drug slinging in our streets,
No more bald heads in white sheets..

[Chorus:]
No more, we won't take it
No more, we won't be pushed around
Caz We're gonna stand our ground
So back up off of us
[x2]

[2nd Verse:]
Girls getting raped, little boys getting molested
3rd world countries robbed for mineral investments
People falling faster than flies,
like a world trade victim falling from the sky
They meet their impending death
And now they have no more financial debt
Only the anguish they leave with their family..
And now their blind, and even can't see
Because their sound asleep, under the earth
The same earth that had once, given them birth
They say people don't change, only their surroundings
I'm engulfed with shame and I'm definitely drowning..

No more transmission of aids,
No more pins being pulled from grenades,
No more homemade molotov cocktails
No more citizens getting played and betrayed..

[Chorus:]
No more, we won't take it
No more, we won't be pushed around
Cuz We're going to stand our ground
– So back up off of us
[x2]
Pop pop goes the sound of the gat

I'm selfish, selfless and the devil in disguise
I wear a mask and go around, prowling in the night
I knock on the door of your consciousness
And make you do things you always regret
Like murder, rape, racism, hate
The genocides that we don't, see every DAY!
Like Moses, – I spoke to the Bush's
I use them easier than I do my chess pieces
And guess what? I'm nearing check mate
And this world will succumb a devastating fate..

Pop pop goes the sound of the gat

[Chorus:]
No more, we won't take it
No more, we won't be pushed around
Cuz We're going to stand our ground
So back up off of us
[x2]

Cowboys dem a die in the hood
Pop pop goes the sound of the gat




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