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

[Verse 1:
Light a blunt, on Nas, collect my thoughts
the candles out as I contemplate in the dark
Dumpin' on the fuckin' Time magazine
Tryna burn a hole between and Palestine
All world news, all these dead bodies
All these dying, the talk of illuminati
As I'm murderin' ink, I get a from Irv Gotti
Say "Keep spittin' when you do it's like a 12-gauge shotty
Got machetes and cannons loaded up
Got Xany's and that lean in my cup
These politician's can come up missin', I'm on a
You hear them gun shots, now fuckers listenin'
Feel that you can take their life cause they ain't got a pot to in
Raise the Christian, you for these kids as victims
the system
You give a kid 30 cent and you sponsor somethin'?
I feed a village by myself nigga comin'

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

[Verse 2:
What if we ran Beverley Hills, got 70 kills
Ridin' Rodeo in the Chevy with pills
And pop one, load 12 slugs in the
And shot one, Sterling hopped in his Benz
I got one, on the back of his dome
Palm sweaty on the back of the
my adrenaline
So we Sandusky, purge Zimmerman
Purge every fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to back in two
Me and my mercenaries, middle of South
Carryin' babies bodies, as I got two hands
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 shot that down
298 innocent severed
Flyin' on Aaliyah's all the way to heaven
And so we

[Verse 3:
going to the stores without cops harrasing
Imagine Mike Brown walkin', them same cops passed 'em
I'm hash, and let me ash it before I talk in past tense
I hope his mama tears is like to your fuckin badges
2 shots in his brain, 4 in his
Thinkin' 'bout his casket in this Phantom, swear I almost it
why I'm headed to Ferguson with this German luger
Cause I'm probably more like Mandela than Martin Luther
More Ice T than Ice Cube, I'm a cop killer
Murder all the cops, the cops will probably stop killin'
On my knees prayin', wish my nigga Pac was
But he fell to the Rampart Division, purge
Cops killed Biggie, cops beat up King
We tore up the city nigga,
Or just stand there like J. 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 it's a struggle to understand life, shit crazy. I'll 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!