Ancoats 2 Zambia

Go as a luxury pass on to the middle class<br>While the poor play in parks filled with broken glass<br>And as we point our fingers we turn our backs<br>We can`t accept each other and that`s a matter of fact<br>Indoctrinated you since you were a boy<br>Ever since the day you`ve seen the rich kids<br>Told within a year you`d be a part of them<br>Broke away from the grape and this all started it<br>So you won`t stay or take a drug at all<br>`Cause you know you`re so susceptible<br>They turn against you, now you`re full of hate<br>You can`t accept it, now you`re in an irate state<br><br>This is Wrecks-N-Effects and i shake up their flex<br>They got techs break their necks <br>And their building their reps<br>Who the Boos<br>Who to choose how they wearin` the shoes<br>In army I enlist and takin` a piss<br>Certain things I have seen<br>So i`m lookin` to grieve<br>Powers usually runnin`<br>They`re buyin` the buildings<br>And then they sell<br>At least a bell and they`re breakin` `em down<br>My life to the rocks<br>Livin` in a shoebox<br>Social security<br>They like the poor in me<br>Bring out the whore in me<br>Then knock the door on me<br>Cheap tricks don`t like chicks<br>And I`m rubbin` their hips<br>Who the Boos <br>Who to choose how they wearin` the shoes<br><br>It was a long time ago and started to grow<br>Forest fire earned and sent me afrocentric negroes<br>So i juxtapose<br>This goes out to those <br>Who turned up their nose a long time ago<br>Now i flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo<br>I flex upon a rhythm cushion tempo<br>So open your mind<br>If you feel you could go<br>Clean out your ears well<br>While i clear my throat<br>The vital ingredient, the antidote<br>Willy Wee flex like some other one<br><br>It`s a feelin` that I get sometimes<br>When I`m lyin` in my bed sometimes<br>Black cloud in my head sometimes<br>Intoxicating my mind, my mind<br>It`s not that I wanna die<br>Baby just that I wanna fly<br>But this feelin` that I get sometimes<br>I could sever all ties, all ties<br><br>Hate the color of my skin sometimes<br>Hates to see what I see sometimes<br>So how can i ever win my time<br>I was sold on the other side<br><br>`Cause a wasted life is no such thing<br>There`s no such thing as a wasted life<br>`Cause life is death and death is life<br>And these here thoughts are not a crime<br>One day is forever, forever is a day<br>It`s so fucking easy to throw it all away