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[Intro: Stacy
We are dying, we are
Are we gonna Are we gonna die?
We are

[Verse 1:
Light a blunt, throw on Nas, my thoughts
Blow the out as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' ashes on the fuckin' Time
Tryna burn a hole between and Palestine
All this news, all these dead bodies
All kids dying, the talk of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call from Irv
Say "Keep spittin' cause you do it's like a 12-gauge shotty
Got and them cannons loaded up
Got Xany's and that lean in my cup
politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You hear gun shots, now mother fuckers listenin'
Feel that you can take their life cause they got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, you for these kids as victims
Fuck the
You give a kid 30 cent and think you somethin'?
I feed a by myself nigga Compton comin'

[Hook: Barthe (Game)]
We are dying, we are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are
(Sometimes I purge)
We are dying, times I gotta purge
(Sometimes I wanna)
We're living on a
(Sometimes I wanna)

2: Game]
What if we ran Beverley Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' down Rodeo in the Chevy with
And pop one, load 12 slugs in the
And shot one, Donald Sterling hopped in his
I got one, beam on the of his dome
Palm sweaty on the back of the
That's my
So we Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
Purge mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, middle of Sudan
Carryin' bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, millions and my deep
We for the families, they deaths ain't in vein now
Crash my ass, niggas who shot that plane down
298 innocent lives
on Aaliyah's wings all the way to heaven
And so we

[Verse 3:
Imagine going to the stores cops harrasing
Mike Brown walkin', them same cops just passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I in past tense
I hope his mama is like acid to your fuckin badges
2 in his brain, 4 in his fashion
Thinkin' 'bout his in this Phantom, swear I almost crashed it
That's why I'm to Ferguson with this German luger
Cause I'm probably more Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
like Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the cops will probably killin'
On my prayin', wish my nigga Pac was livin'
But he fell victim to the Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up Rodney
We tore up the nigga, purge
Or just stand there like J. Cole and shoot at cops in the same spot till the case closed,

[Outro:
This song is dedicated, to my engineer Jus' wife, Carey Jean who passed 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. It's a question nobody got the answer to. So PURGE!