Every where I look I’m surrounded by them
The lot of them, I can’t even move
They’ve filled these streets with this deadly disease
Now the government wants to be apart of it
Plane and simple
Plain and simple
Now it’s in your eyesight
Looks like them towers fell
Everybody wants a part now
Looks like everybody plays there part now
Literally everyone plays there part now
Cars drive you don’t know if it’s police or not, do you even know if you clean or not
Man clean your act up
Bubbles in the day back at it in the night
What’s up with that man?
The crackdown is about to happen
I’ve seen sniffers
Flipping even talked to some sniffers
It really ain’t a glorious life
I guess just an easier life
If you have the money for it
If not the things you have to do for the money will turn you into a mic… Tyson trying to bite your way around this world
I’ve seen too much of this game
To know what the rat race looks like
Just some people stuck in a cage
Different decisions gotta get made, but they’re not the ones to make em! Even though they’re the ones that made them
In every sense of the word
Can you make sense of this world
Somehow we all stuck on the corners
Mines is just on some injustice filled soil
Stuck in my own cage within a cage
Yet somehow I am to blame
Product of my society
Look who’s controlling my society
Flip I’ve joined to many societies
Well it’s the only way to spend my time
Shut that window fool before they come looking at us
⁃ signed – B –
The French Chronicles 