The Purge (feat. Stacy Barth)

We are dying, we are dying
 Are we gonna die? Are we gonna die?
 We are dying
 Light a blunt, throw on Nas, collect my thoughts
 Blow the candles out as I contemplate in the dark
 Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' Time magazine
 Tryna burn a hole between Israel and Palestine
 All this world news, all these dead bodies
 All these kids dying, the talk of illuminati
 As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call from Irv Gotti
 Say "Keep spittin' cause when you do it's like a 12-gauge shotty
 Got machetes and them cannons loaded up
 Got them Xany's and that lean in my cup
 These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
 You hear them gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin'
 Feel that you can take their life cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
 Raise the Christian, kill you for these kids as victims
 Fuck the system
 You give a kid 30 cent and think you sponsor somethin'?
 I feed a village by myself nigga Compton comin'
 Purge
 We are dying, we are dying
 (Sometimes I wanna purge)
 We are dying
 (Sometimes I wanna purge)
 We are dying, some times I gotta purge
 (Sometimes I wanna)
 We're living on a purge
 (Sometimes I wanna)
 What if we ran through Beverley Hills, got 70 kills
 Ridin' down Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
 And pop one, load 12 slugs in the eagle
 And shot one, Donald Sterling hopped in his Benz
 I got one, beam on the back of his dome
 Palm sweaty on the back of the chrome
 That's my adrenaline
 So we purge Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
 Purge every mother fucker rapin' women in
 Purge niggas killin' kids, back to back in two vans
 Me and my mercenaries, middle of South Sudan
 Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two hands
 Long as I got two feet, millions and my crew deep
 We purge for the families, they death, sane and vein now
 Crash my ass, niggas know who shot that plane down
 298 innocent lives severed
 Flyin' on Aaliyah's wings all the way to heaven
 And so we perge
 We are dying, we are dying
 (Sometimes I wanna purge)
 We are dying
 (Sometimes I wanna purge)
 We are dying, some times I gotta purge
 (Sometimes I wanna)
 We're living on a purge
 (Sometimes I wanna)
 Imagine going to the stores without cops harrasing
 Imagine Mike Brown walkin', them same cops just passed 'em
 I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past tense
 I hope his mama tears is like acid to your fuckin badges
 2 shots in his brain, 4 in his fashion
 Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom, swear I almost crashed it
 That's why I'm headed to Ferguson with this German luger
 Cause I'm probably more like Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
 More like Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
 Murder all the cops, then the cops will probably stop killin'
 On my knees prayin', wish my nigga Pac was livin'
 But he fell victim to the Rampart Division, purge
 Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up Rodney King
 We tore up the city nigga, purge
 Or just stand there like J. Cole and shoot at cops in the same spot till the case closed, purge
 We are dying, we are dying
 (Sometimes I wanna purge)
 We are dying
 (Sometimes I wanna purge)
 We are dying, some times I gotta purge
 (Sometimes I wanna)
 We're living on a purge
 (Sometimes I wanna)
 This song is dedicated, to my engineer Jus' wife,
 Carey Jean who passed away June 28th at 1.45 pm to stomach cancer, 2 days before his son Harlem's 11th birthday.
 Crazy how he mournin' his wife's death and I'm celebrating my son's life. I
 'll never understand death, shit.
 Sometimes it's a struggle to understand life, shit crazy.
 I'll never understand.
 Can't stop fightin' to survive though, but what we fightin' for when we eventually all die though, purge.
 Eventually we all victims of the purge.
 Us killers, what's keepin' us alive. I
 t's a question nobody got the answer to.
 So PURGE!