NETHERRACK! (I Just Won't Break)

You can take some of your lyrics as you know
You'll understand when I'm dead
I mean, these disturbed kids can take these lyrics and say
"You know when I'm dead, everybody's going to know me."

Well, I think that's a very valid point
And I think that that's a reflection of a --not necessarily this program
But of television in general
If you die and enough people are watching
Then you become a martyr, you become a hero, you become well-known
So when you have things like Columbine
And these kids are angry
And they have something to say and no one's listening
The media sends a message that if you do something loud enough
And it gets our attention, then you will be famous for it
Those kids ended up on the cover of Time magazine
The media gave them exactly what they wanted

He don't want no one on one
He grab that gun
The clip with the clip, my son
What happened to a fist fight?
Really with the shit
If a nigga pull up on me
Might shoot a nigga dick right off
My nigga's often accusing prophets
'Cause their brothers steady barking
At the system
Like their bitch at the apartment but
This glock I trust, this motherfuckin' glock I

This glock
Bitch I fucking trust this blunt
Bitch I fucking trust my bitch
I dont fucking trust
Might lose my mind for fucking trust this glock

Bitch I fucking trust this blunt
Bitch I fucking trust this blunt
Bitch I fucking trust my bitch
I dont fucking trust
Might lose my mind for fucking tr-

So why they lock my Aunty son up?
Might storm the fucking station with my motherfucking gun up
All accusations what they sum up
They locking niggas over young bitches wanting a nut bust
She popped that pussy she was 15
If she can open up her legs then she old enough to get dick see
Because her parents want to flip see
They flipped the script got a nigga locked up
Some bitch shit

This glock
Bitch I fucking trust my bitch
I don't fucking trust this glock
Bitch I fucking trust my bitch
I don't fucking trust this glock
Bitch I fucking trust my bitch
I don't fucking trust this glock
Bitch I fucking trust my bitch
I don't fucking trust my

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Okay
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