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Non Compliance
Verse 1
I seen a young child die, but I still comply;
I never ask why, I just stay in line;
I do what I’m told, I don’t speak my mind;
But this war takes its toll, and I need to find;
Some piece of mind; on why they need die;
All these bodies building up, but whats the bottom line;
Whats the reason why; You need to feed me lies;
I’m fighting a war too, its called a 9 to 5;
I’m just a common man; I be eating roman and;
Chopped cheese, gotta keep it cheap everytime I can;
I don’t got a dime to spend; I just got a line of men;
And each one of them, want in, on some heroine;
Devil at the door, but I can’t let him in;
Gotta learn to live poor, cus its better than;
That world that they want us living in;
They got you thinking that hate, is American;
But no dude, no salute;
I can’t respect me a country that condones abuse;
The system been broken, and the cops is loose;
And my people still dien, and denying the truth;
But thats fine; Cus some are gonna rise;
Some will get together and no longer will comply;
If peaceful revolution is something you deny;
A Civil revolution will be conjured and revived;
Verse 2
But we look past the man who aint got a home;
And we hate their protest, cus they block the road;
And we fear the projects, cus of what we told;
Not knowing that the poor, keep a heart of gold;
We refuse to spend our money here, right at home;
We don’t support home grown, we let the fetti roam;
We the ones without love, liven plenty cold;
Marching to the same beat, until the day we old;
Left foot, right foot, keep walking;
Better to stay in line, than the lines they chalking;
Comply or die, are the lies they talking;
Cus they fear one thing, and that’s the uprise rocking;
And when change starts knocking; We hit the door, lock it;
But we hide in vain, cus ignorance can’t stop it;
Revolution everywhere, but here, we just watch it;
We rather fight on Youtube, with strangers over comments;
They only care, from far away:
Cus they scared to be Malcom or JFK;
So the cops keep killing, even to this day;
And the systems so broke, they help them get a way;
And that hurts; our systems made of dirt;
But we still like to vote, and sware that it works;
I stand a toy soldier, refusing to convert;
When compliance comes to death, revolution comes to birth;
