We All Bleed - Non Phixion

We all eat, we all shit, we all breathe

We all fuck, we all love, we all need

We all pray, we all hope, we all dream

We all live, we all die, we all bleed

I write twelve bars and excite the mind of twelve Gods

Hell’s hard, you living it, existence is our differences

Non Phixion is like ministers, walk the Earth till it finishes

we gotta fight the justice

Our thoughts are on some freedom by the thug shit

You loving, know your enemy, pull your gat and bust it

Trust it, I’m type minded aside the blinded

Remind it of time when we was young and toy guns was fun

Things then changed, the game is real life

Mother’s cry «My baby died last night!»

lighting dust in glass pipes

Poverty, modestly it’s hard to be peaceful

When they got you trapped and won’t release you to live true equality

I rhyme disturbed and angry only to offer opportunity

Regards of the disses I got love for my community

Break immunity, drug sales, overpopulated jails

If you can’t then I’ll express how it feel

Ayo I plan to be a billionaire, God forgive me for my evil

For doing really fucked up things to good people

I rob the rich man, trying make the world equal

Run up in my crib, dog, I’m down to hurt people

The dirt we do guarantee that I’m going to hell

Going to war, going to jail, going to die

Bust the slug in the air, swallow my own blood, sweat and tears

(?) Spirit wishing I bust it first?

but I fail, fuck that

I’m a survivalist (?) to fire full clips

In the matter of seconds, automatic weapons

Splatter banana in other direction, we wild out

Savages go against the righteous

It’s like the AIDS virus kill you but there ain’t no cure

It’s like putting out an album but there ain’t no tour

It’s like a fiend up for some pussy but there ain’t no whore

It’s like you’re hungry for food but there ain’t no more

It’s like you fucking with me, It’s like going to war

Throw you off the top of this building you going to fall

It’s like walking through the morgue just holding my balls

Everything is everything and the same goes for all of y’all

I ride the path of the lightning

Blast with the hands I fight with

The same (?)

I know my crib’s bugged equipped with pipe bombs and drugs implanted

My gun’s jamming, how the fuck you scheme about love?

Until my son’s standing grown man

I’ll show his (?)

We build pyramids, Aztecs, militant thugs

Perform my ritual efficient you can tell by the drums (?)

Computer faggots typing their truth

My model spits rounds aside the mosh pits

Pissing razors like we all lifers

Trifle like pork with night sticks

But I got something better after you clip in your blue sweater

Who’s better?

Demonstrators aim at the door

Assassinated by the third joint I capture you all

Your shit is manufactured, you couldn’t finish the war