D-700

By Xydistic

Released on October 21, 2017

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[Intro]

"Remorse for what?

You've, people have done everything in a world to me

Doesn't that give me equal right?

I can do anything I want, you, people, in anytime I want to

Because that's what you've done to me

If you spit in my face or smack me in a mouth and throw me in solitary confinement for nothing

What do you think is gonna happen when I get out of here?"


[Verse]

Lately, I've been caught

Brought up in conversation

According to calculations

My life should be confiscated

Investigators interrogate us

Just for a citation

One nation under god

More like a nation build by satan

Wallowed in my sorrows

Not promised to see tomorrow

It's hard to speak from my heart

That's been drained of blood and left hollow

Dream believe and succeed

Or just leave it for those who follow

I'd rather give than receive

So by any means you a target

Regardless street credit retarded

Hard to get like the lotto

Money, power, respect

Ima natural born desperado

Bombarded by sinners

So my finger stay on the trigger

Life's a bargain like charges

Intensified with no witness

They crucified me in the courtroom

Advertised me a villain

Tried to give me time for a crime

Wasn't even around when committed

I'm predicted to be vindictive

Uplifted but yet restricted

Resentments of pass convictions

Imprisoned just off suspicion

What happened to that amendment

The right to speak our opinion

I'm guilty until proven innocent

Clearly confused with ignorance

Once you become a witness

Your nothing more than a victim

And anything that you say

Can and will be used against you...