Slaine, ILL BILL, Sick Jacken - Violent Times lyrics

Oh I'm in love with the drugs
I'm in love with the women
I've got "Drugs, Money
Sex" tattooed on my arm and I
Take it from coast to coast

Yeah, this time is really rainin' on me
I've got no cover
The only one who thinks I'm
Handsome is my own mother
The street game is a bitch
And I don't love her
When you dope, they jones
So I keep my poems gutter
I speak clearly into mics
And I don't stutter
These other clowns talk loud and
They won't shut up
I have declared war therefore from here on
There ain't no army that can attack
That I ain't prepared for
I am in rare form, scarin' the norm
All night long 'til I disappear in the dawn
In between heaven and hell, my spirit is torn
Between the Virgin Mary and fly
Hookers wearing a thong
I'm on so many drugs that my eyes are blurry
But they still can't hide
Or disguise my fury
He who lives life slow will die in a hurry
Live by the gun, you fire in a violent flurry

We're livin' in a violent time and
My eyes designed for crime
We kill for a nickel or
Dime and there ain't no
Way you can vic me for mine cause I'm
Livin' in a violent time and
My eyes designed for crime
We kill for a nickel or dime and there ain't
No way you can vic me for mine

We underground like the freedom movement
See our car in the street, salute it
These are bars from the psycho unit
We stay strong despite the lack of union
Cops throw us in the jail
Like the camps in Munich
Exiled in the palace of the most polluted
Fallen stars from ghetto spars
And block shootings
Another soldier taken away to stop
You and us from improving
It almost seems change is just an illusion
I'm losing my life before my pride
I'm a student of the revolution
Put me in a noose if I'm a nuisance
Give me a truce or get
Strong abuse from troops
That wanna break loose from
The force you're using
We're rebelling in the form of music
Speak truth and I hope you use it
It's a sore world how Bush views it
We gotta take the power back
And get through this
If not, there's no future for our kids
Get to it

It was the first robbery of 2006
Banana clips, a couple cops got shot
Listen to the sound of the police
When the bullet rips through his knot
You hear nothing
Just another tear drop in the plot
Another kid gets killed by a stray bullet
Another grandmother cries in the pulpit
It's bullshit
We need more justice of the people
Yet we sell drugs even though
We know it's evil
It's a way lot more complicated than that
And that's why half the
Projects gravitated to crack
Nowdays the hustle game is all fucked up
Have you up state, doing 15 years for nothing
Not guilty were the first
Ones with good alibies cops is pissed
They got the whole hood paralyzed
Fuck all of y'all
Prosecutors never can hurt me
Cause I've got big retainers
With the best attorneys