80 Million Isms

from 80 Million Isms by Tallisman

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lyrics

These city streets in which we live in feeling like a prison
Stealing childhood from my children abusing my women
Too many people killing not enough people loving
80 Million Isms got me bugging!
These city streets in which we live in feeling like a prison
Stealing childhood from my children abusing my women
Too many people killing not enough people loving
80 Million Isms got me bugging…

Broken glass everywhere
A million broken dreams it means a million lives in despair
A million moms’ tears ‘cause they can do nothing
To save a million sons that’s gonna die hustling
For a million dollars & that superstar lifestyle
A million bitty players drive the millionaires wives wild
A million rhyme styles a million more to be discovered
Paint a million graphic pictures in a million ghetto colours
A million brothers chase the booty but not the duty they can’t be bothered
So a million baby mothers raise their sons with no fathers
While a million daughters stuck in the cycle follow moms
Slapped a million times by pimps who thinks they’re skimping on the funds
Now a million tons of crack flood these inner city streets &
keeps the blood seeping & a million crackheads feigning
A million thugs in black creeping with a million caps they’re peeling
Hoping to make a million fast of the dealers they catch sleeping…

These city streets in which we live in feeling like a prison
Stealing childhood from my children abusing my women
Too many people killing not enough people loving
80 Million Isms got me bugging…

100 million kings & queens they died in captivity
Sailing across the seas to ‘the land of the brave & free
Where millions of Braves had their land taken away for free
Millions did survive the journey but then were sold into slavery Generating millions in profit a million tons of cotton
Beat a million times & served a million meals that were rotten
But just like the million of victims of the Holocaust & Hiroshima
It seems that millions have forgotten
Now we all pay the cost when millions of lessons not learned
Translate into a million new transgressions
Each with a million casualties that got burned
A million clocks turn a million times alarms sound a million chimes / But fail to awaken from strange sleep million of minds
So this voice of mine is one of a million mimes
Before an audience of millions but each of them is blind
80 million isms
80 million crimes…

These city streets in which we live in feeling like a prison
Stealing childhood from my children abusing my women
Too many people killing not enough people loving
80 Million Isms got me bugging…