(Welcome to my hometown.)
(So are you riding with me? Welcome to the machine.)
I see a haze in my city.
These could be the last days in my city.
This is an example of what happens
When what you can see, can't handle. The world's a scandal.
Some say life's a bitch; I don't like to imagine.
Two eyes on the back of my head, no glasses.
I turn around that's back to the matrix.
I ain't slowin' down or going back to the basics.
Can't figure out how to say this - trapped in the mind of a patient
Waiting with no patience, so stand in line for medication
While they burn you. Life's a test; I don't even know what it's learned you.
So bomb that! (Iraq) Planes flyin' shittin like birds do.
Haters only seeing what's in front of you. Across the world what would a gun do?
Countin' checks like "one, two." Broke dude - what'd I run into?
Never gon' stop when they run up, dude. Sign yourself up, what'd they put into you?
Them old back shots still fuckin' with you. So you're always gonna see me with a gun or two.
Bitch, eat my ammo! They mad the whip's like camo.
'cause when shit hits the fan, everything I am is Rambo.
Welcome to my hometown.
They say it come 'round if it go 'round.
So are you riding with me?
Welcome to the machine. Yeah!
(I'm talkin' Cleveland.)
I see a haze in my city.
These could be the last days in my city.
See, I'd get ready for war - body armor and all.
If your heart is on your sleeve, I'd try to protect your arm.
I'd like to get you informed, prior to turnin' off.
Riots all in our yard - these lobbyists love it all.
A billion dollars involved. F**k a scholarship, dog.
Shoot you out the sky like a star while they try to hide us with bars.
Strictly survival, y'all. Takin' Goliath on.
So when I am gone I just pray you find this song.
'till the system falls apart, I'm relentless in my march.
There's a battery in my back with endless amounts of charge.
Within it, there is a spark. Can't dim it or make it dark.
If you don't get it, still, then listen to my heart.
Bet you can see it in my eyes.
I believe in shit that I write. I hope you're keepin' up, I ain't tryin' to
Leave nobody behind, and that's the reason why I can't lie.
Money is time; believe I get mine. While peace ain't even paid mind.
I hope you see this in time. My heart bleeds for these rhymes.
With a hay fever from the sky, can't believe I can breathe in those lines.
I recite: evil's in sight. This shit goes deeper than life.
So settle your family business - talkin' Al Pacino all night.
This is the business that we've chosen, in a world that we have not.
You can look up to the clouds, see a God is all we got.
Bitch, I come from a city where it's "all for one and one for all,"
And shootin' stars lost never stop us when it's time to ball.
Welcome to my hometown.
They say it come 'round if it go 'round.
So are you riding with me?
Welcome to the machine. Yeah!
(I'm talkin' Cleveland.)
I see a haze in my city.
These could be the last days in my city.
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