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

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

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

2: Game]
What if we ran through Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, load 12 slugs in the
And shot one, Donald hopped in his Benz
I got one, beam on the of his dome
Palm on the back of the chrome
my adrenaline
So we purge Sandusky, Zimmerman
Purge every mother fucker rapin' in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to in two vans
Me and my mercenaries, middle of South
Carryin' babies bodies, long as I got two
Long as I got two feet, and my crew deep
We purge for the families, they deaths in vein now
Crash my ass, niggas know who that plane down
298 innocent 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 same just passed 'em
I'm smokin' hash, and let me ash it I talk in past tense
I hope his mama tears is 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 headed to Ferguson this German luger
Cause I'm more like Nelson Mandela than Martin Luther
More like Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop
Murder all the cops, then the cops will stop killin'
On my knees prayin', wish my Pac was livin'
But he fell to the Rampart Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up Rodney
We up the city nigga, purge
Or just stand there like J. Cole and 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 it's a struggle to understand life, shit crazy. I'll never understand. Can't stop 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!