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More Grief

from More Grief by Bronx Slang

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My legs won’t walk and my eyes they can see my ears can’t hear and my mouth just won’t speak my hands can’t grasp and my arms just won’t reach the government wants war for people who want peace

I can tell there still jelly the belly it’s all beast the gangs keep banging the killing it won’t cease the games still playing beware of the police while my brain still saying prepare for More Grief

Oh Beautiful when the beauty of it is who you kill life is spacious in certain places you never will if sky’s the limit and limitations are given they’ll destroy your reputation intimidating your women. You can raise the pain when you go against the grain when the tides rolling in and Amber waves the same. For separate water fountains for purple mountains of majesty I never fell for the travesty. The fruited plains are above you and who you claim America never loved you or whilst you came. So I asked if America was her real name real name cause she reminds me of and old flame thy good cause many brothers in my hood and plenty others are still chasing the crown but they never took a stand like I stood well who could cause from sea to shining sea you’d probably drown.

I can tell there still jelly the belly it’s all beast the gangs keep banging the Killing it won’t cease the games still playing beware of the police while my brains still saying prepare for More Grief. OH SAY

Does crime pay from the home of the brave and ten years a slave. So maybe you can see what I ain’t seeing I’m a rock to I still breathing or at least to my region starts breaking even perilous Im referred to as a derelict for all the heathens the hob-nobbers and heretics. Cause they believe I’m a breed apart like Merril Lynch and they still lynching my henchmen like the terrorist. So proud to hail how we either die or go to jail we multiplied then they divided before we set sail. Gun fights in the twilight was last gleaming star stripes with crack pipes will still bleeding. Gallantly and apparently were sound streaming with file sharing and rockets glaring but what’s that mean Sound proof for the four pound so now who wanna clown there way uptown it’s true. Cause I’m still living here I’m still living in fear when all the smoke cleared my flag was not there the Stars still spangled as I dangled Away I tried a different angle the cops got in my way the ramparts we watched as you turn back the clock my pants are still sagging while Im grabbing my crouch. Blew the spot with the bombs I’m bursting in air in the land of the free the slaves are still here

I can tell there still jelly the belly it’s all beast the gangs keep banging the killing it won’t cease the games still playing beware of the police while the my brains still saying prepare for More Grief.

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from More Grief, released October 18, 2019

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Bronx Slang Bronx, New York

As Bronx Slang, Jerry Beeks and Ollie Miggs yield not to evil as the calls for golden age purism grow louder.

They offer a solid gold guarantee of being able to “pickpocket your playlist, shoplift your pop hits / and show you how gritty hip-hop can get”.

“If hip-hop is dead, then it’s a brand new start” – welcome to a resurgence straight out the Boogie Down Bronx.
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