Stokely - American Hustle lyrics

On the surface man everything swayze I can count on one hand anything I fear Would phase me And other the other hand im fearing the motherland Cold stares from my people They think I descend from evil But who decided? Was it divine intervention that 1 in 5 n***as end off in the Prisons? Or maybe the judge that get about a half a million for every 5 n***as he puts in The system You wonder why they blowing swishers yelling “ima rida!” Biggest gang in the world preying on the weak inside her All the while keep her so called “enemies” beside her The American dream is a Joke, an insider The only people find it funny is the people counting money Using wall street As a plug in to the accounts of young mothers They shrug they shoulders Laughing at the struggle like a joke n***a Nipsey Russell, american hustle We living in this country that was built by the brothers But now they k** Each other Like the baby rodent that gets eaten by the mother Mother Mother, Marvin feed us some soul and smother it With a bit of humanity And benevolence Wall street be loving it Taking your education and ga**ing your mind Replacing divine with guns and b**hes Reality is not the fairy tale wishes I know it gets hard distinguishing eagles from the fishes Like it gets hard trying to get a meaning from Dickenson You understand but You gotta be the Fonz in front of friends The bond always ends As soon as they find someone with more expensive jeans And quality jordans My quality friends elude the cool of having more friends Electronic doors k**ed the doormen Catholic Buddhist m**m and the Moorman Would agree that the group simply Consists of 4 men So why you can't? Cover the bags of your eyes with wahoo paint And lead the charge of n***as With flaws against the fake Menaces with minds, no Lorenz Tate Fight em with progression instead of the hate that's what they hate I had a dream a Bigger shot me Pyramids illuminati Don't go hand in hand like that all state logo What About them desert sands? Quit with distractions there's a task at Hand Your enemies could easily pa** for friends But they ain't Many many wait for the reply Whats a demon? A saint? Wake up and I could be cold water on your face When you wake from this dream They strategetically place And when you chase it You end up in the maze of The states, this sh**s amazing.