Maybe start his own revolution.
The world should turn as soon as my records spin
I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries
Eat your bread and spread the threat that theres a price
Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread
Pac said fuck the world and i ain't come yet
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
Though we were some muslims, had to have our bread and meat
Take home for dinner with soup and bread
Me and you in extasydon't be upset
His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand
Time for me to just stand up, and travel new land+
And i know you miss me tooshe sighed then she said
Gotta work now,sweat,and hustle for the bread
To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,
Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records
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