Opposite Of Silence (Beat By R-Mean, Blind & Boi)

The first casualty of war is innocence
in battle we was born and sadly we done lost it ever since
forecast the storm, evidence
that peace dont last and war never ends
a downward spiral that this cloudy weather brings
these rowdy immigrants fill up the prison system
guilty victims of Americans that’s tired of livin with them
now these kids n children left stranded
with single mothers and their step dads that
cant do right like they’re left handed
death’s planted at an early age
expandin to an early grave
so we search for ways of early pay
cuz every thirty days bills come huntin
inside this blurry maze kids want nothin
no sneakers or Jordans
all they see is teens with abortions
fiends on the corners
and people sleepin deep in their coffins
i wish i was butt naked rollin in money
but we rollin over this hungry Ethiopian tummy
our leaders holy n lovely
their role is a front, see
their closets got more skeletons than all of Cambodia, trust me
this country's like a , i call it a dracula
blindfolded they capture ya
mind moldin , controlled like a child soldier in Africa
lives broken and fractured huh
let us drive, goin thru life only as passengers
homie, they scavengers
they feeding off i, feeding off u
while we starvin all they feed us is lies
so i feed us with crimes, its knowledge i feed u just think
u aint ready for solid foods man im just feeding u milk
im fed up.... more food, less nutrition
i see change and promises
but like an opthamologist they test my vision
i got a question, listen
how the [bad word] can we achieve world peace without solvin all this domestic friction
the paradox of progressive livin
breakin outta this flesh prison, my only motive for success when spittin
and now investors trippin
cuz in less than a second we went from recession to a depression, depressed we livin
they metal detect my weapon
the block’s haunted
so im smokin sess and drinkin till im crashin like the stock market
the cops target us all, well
i close my eyes and picture the bullet riddled body of Sean Bell
then i raise hell like my mama did
its a game and they play it well, call it politics
grab a gauge and im [bad word] it
not a thing can stop me
became a king like Rodney
im buildin monuments
with the pictures i paint, so follow it
never half hearted, woulndt let a [bad word] suck my [bad word] if she aint gon swallow it
pain’s the hollowest feeling but full filling when u feel it turn to strength
but this feeling never ends
but tonight its one man, ride or die, in fact
its me against the world with one hand tied behind my back
and im comin out swingin
man we comin what the [bad word] is u thinkin
tired of runnin, tryna numb what im feelin
tired of lookin for solutions at the bottom of this bottle of 151 rum that im drinkin
but i smell it, something is stinkin, its fishy
the temperature drops, clouds hoverin, its misty
our visions are blocked, and sounds covered up quickly
yes Lucifer slipped me the tongue when she kissed me
cards unfold/ slow death like we all turn old
ice water’s in my veins man my heart turned cold
i call it the coldest curse
its like a swimming pool tho, u just get used to it no matter how cold at first
homie its cold, it hurts
i see my moms starin at me in that open hurse
thats when i knew we could get out of these confinements
dont ever shush me, i am the opposite of silence