Texty:
Poverty S No Crime All Minds In One

minds Let the light shine in to warm up the nights Let the minds connect to one magic eye Let the minds control the chaos inside Oh, it`s bright I can

rich gone poor They wait for an answer One day they know they're gonna pay They've lost all their pride They've lost their mind in a mental phase

, and Spam Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life All I can see in front of me is up for grabs Come off that slab 'Cause poverty will push a nigga

mind Then mind state of mankind is that of earth - blind From the time ya born till ya gain consciousness ya loose it all, tryna prove it all Mom and

's nightmare Paris, America's nightmare Public Enemy, America's nightmare Krs-One, America's nightmare Mutulu Shakur, America's nightmare Geronimo Pratt, America's nightmare Assada Shakur, America's

'caine, got rich when the reggae came (that's right) Bill Clinton rejuvenated us (yeah), all been the Bush's hoovernated us (stupid) Police will soon be chasing us (that's

cold words about crime and poverty Drugs, welfare, prisons, guns and robbery It really means us, there's no excuse for the slander But what's good for

streets Mentally I be ready, pass the machette My thoughts travel fast like Mario Andretti Racin' through this hellhole or ghetto through the poverty It's all

cemetery Cause that's where all of my people rest I can't take the stress, I'm fin to send it through somebody chest That's why I walk around pissed