We must either love each other or we must die.
Feels like the weight of seven souls is hanging on my heart and my tears are so heavy they could rip me apart.
Caress the pain, try to figure it out.
But I still fall apart till I pray out loud.
suffering silent is a global issue.
It don't matter your age, it's a body bag to fit you when it's tragic.
Written like a classic where everybody dies and only God's left asking.
Wishing on the streetlight, gonna be a long night.
Fuck the president because he can't seem to get his mind right.
And ghetto block to ghetto block, the hustle's on.
People got to eat even if the work is wrong.
So slowly we keep dying.
Our souls can't rest.
Mothers bearing babies with a heathen chest So I'm stressed the fuck out from the collective strain
So much blood on our hands to wash in the rain I belong to you
And you belong to me We can make it through What we're going through Without each other I belong to you
Streets are filled with hollow eyes.
from slaving for a system that never provides.
And the American dream is all propaganda.
Parents everywhere who can't feed their families Work, work, work till you die
Still have nothing, might as well get high.
That's the motto, see the cat with the bottle?
posted on the corner, he not going to see them all because it's cold outside, numbing to the bone.
And when he lost his job,
He lost his home and the screaming schizophrenic thinks she knows the truth because she says the world's over.
It ain't shit to do.
Lovers keep crying.
Sisters keep sighing.
A revolution's not a dream.
We just stop trying.
Time.
And we gonna have to change or die I belong to you
And you belong to me We can't make it through What we're going through Without each other I belong to you
We're all tied together in a maze of pain.
Walking towards the end, closing credit, final frame It's in slow motion and crystal clear Fuck rappers
The world is in danger this year.
I can hear the pleading.
Even when I'm sleeping, it rises from the sky.
And interrupts my breathing Hopeless, I know it sounds But take a look around, everything is falling down And I refuse to watch like a pretty girl who can't speak Beautiful resistance when my poem hits the beat
No retreat, no surrender.
Keep pieces of the sun for when it's cold in December.
Let this bang on every street.
To wake the hearts of those still sleeping Let this bang on, ever straight
To wake the hearts of those single slaves I belong to you, and you belong to me
We can't make it through what we're going through without each other I belong to you
And you belong to me We can't make it through What we're going through Without each other I belong to you
And you belong to me We can't make it through What we're going through Without each other I belong to you
And you'll be known to me We can't make it through What we're going through without each other
Oh.
There's no way, there's no way that we can
No way that we can get
Thank you.
