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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, on Nas, collect my thoughts
Blow the out as I contemplate in the dark
ashes on the fuckin' Time magazine
Tryna a hole between Israel and Palestine
All world news, all these dead bodies
All these dying, the talk of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a call Irv Gotti
Say "Keep cause when you do it's like a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and them cannons up
Got them and that lean in my cup
politician's can come up missin', I'm on a mission
You hear them gun shots, now mother listenin'
Feel you can take their life cause they ain't got a pot to piss in
Raise the Christian, kill you for these kids as
the system
You give a kid 30 cent and think you somethin'?
I feed a village by nigga Compton comin'

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

[Verse 2:
What if we ran through Hills, got 70 kills
down Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, 12 slugs in the eagle
And shot one, Donald hopped in his Benz
I got one, beam on the of his dome
Palm sweaty on the of the chrome
That's my
So we Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
Purge mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas kids, back to back in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, middle of Sudan
babies bodies, long as I got two hands
Long as I got two feet, and my crew deep
We for the families, they deaths ain't in vein now
Crash my ass, know who shot that plane down
298 lives severed
Flyin' on Aaliyah's wings all the way to
And so we

[Verse 3:
going to the stores without cops harrasing
Imagine Mike Brown walkin', them cops just passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past
I hope his mama tears is like acid to your badges
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his
Thinkin' his casket in this Phantom, swear I almost crashed it
That's why I'm headed to Ferguson with this German
Cause I'm probably more like Nelson Mandela than Martin
More like Ice T Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, then the cops will probably killin'
On my knees prayin', my nigga Pac was livin'
But he victim to the Rampart Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up Rodney
We tore up the city nigga,
Or just there like J. Cole and shoot at cops in the same spot till the case closed, purge

[Outro:
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 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!