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Grassroots Tangent

from Destruction by Cane

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lyrics

(verse 1)
I been searching for a sign God/
too much time done turned me into a time bomb/
Can't let it slip when I see it inside of my palms/
In a vision but locked in a prison of my thoughts/
Sometimes I think I should let it be like a bigon/
I'm on the line like a pylon, about a lot of shit that I'm having my mind on/
putting my ass on the line like a sign on/
uncertainty and adversity seem to pile on/
But these are times we supposed to be defined on/
But the world keeps spinning/
Less four leaf the more we sinning/
Is that the factor my story's depending/
Is the ending or my story's beginning?
I want the glory if the lord be willing/
shit, he probably horrified/
I got sins that the rap world glorify/
so the more I find I'll probably be more aligned,
to blow like a mortar mine,
I'm caught in the borderline/
I aint trying to mortify the lord of mine/
Nah, life's short, I just want a little more to mine/
I want the money and the shit I can't afford to buy/
I want to blaze and get paid to record a rhyme/
and grow the base I'm supported by/
I want shows on the regular, mordecai/
mortal kombat, organized crime,
see I rhyme with this sort of kind/
Too sick, too sharp, quarantine porcupine/
I do it for the mind, and for the pure design/
Another blind leader for the blind/
I just hope we aint short of time/

(verse 2)
And the whole planet panicking/
Blaming all the damage on a sole man's handling/
Mostly cuz he a soul man managing/
Hope seems to be in no man's land again/
Thought we was growing but the shit hit the fan and then,
Jobs vanishing, the globe famished and,
Businesses is going on close like a manikin/
And it's scary when the terror that we buried in,
is ignorance and arrogance,
that make it feel embarrassing admitting you American/
Fuck who you voted for, that don't matter no more/
We got a lot more shit to be passionate for/
While we battle at war,
trying to get out of this George...
Bush shit, puss bitches is mad at the source,
What you mad at him for?
Politicians and critics I'm too sick of em,
I'm through listening, red blue vision um,
give a fuck if it's a donkey with a trunk,
not too into em, Instead of tending to our problems,
we too busy bitchin bout who fixing em/
Too sickening, fresh as new kicks, and,
mixed wit Lou's mixing, getting to fruition,
my crew blitzing/
bringing heat now bring a few chicks in,
scandalous, these vixens is Nixons,
want me to pick six em/
turn em over, but the older I grow and more that I know,
my motive is cold shoulder/
cold as a cold shoulder,
flow is a boat load of dope,
coca nostra, ho no so don't ya,
do me like a Lucy, I'll toe blow the holder/
Will we ever come together tho?
Or forever be stepping to a seperate metronome,
I guess we'll never know until we use these stepping stones/
while outside intelligence laughs as they watch us through their telescopes/

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from Destruction, released May 20, 2012
Lyrics by Cane
Produced by Lou Burna

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