DAP The Contract and Sumner Becker - Corruption (Where Is the Love?)

I'm peaking through the crack in the wall
Where they hid the crack in the wall
I see home and the gravestones running out
The slaves all gone out, running back in the morn'
But let the man run free for now, he'll be back
'Cos he ain't got a plea for now
The government ain't give a fuck about the people now
So people now they only some paper now
But read the paper now
See that oil money, turn to lawyer money
It ain't lawyer money then it's baby mama money
If your baby mama ain't a shopper then it's fucking money
So what the fuck is money? 'ts why I'm saying fuck the money
Everybody gunning for the money, gunning
Ain't got a lot of money nigga finna gun a nigga for the money
Murder money (Murder, murder)
Death sweet, got away on his feet, ooh honey more money money
Killer views in the Bahamas that's killer money
And some ain't got none that's why there's bitter money
They say money is the devil, so that LV might be just how hell be
'ts why they wear the label shit and get labeled shit
They're screaming "Help me!"
I'm sorry, I only play with what he dealt me, and I'm good
So what the fuck you tryna tell me?

People killing people dying
Children hurt you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach?
Or would you turn the other cheek
Oh father, help us, send guidance from above
'Cos people got me questioning, yeah

Corruption will rupture your core
Goodluck, Sir please give me more
I can't afford a meal what would you give it up for?
I see you got a lot of jets, tell me what for?
And what's more the more rich get more rich not the poor
From L.City to Nepal, here's poverty in every city
Fuck, it's so appaling
America spill water on the block
Where I'm form oil spills on the block
Two blocks of oil in all, the type of money make a city fly
My eyes sore from crying more and more, the scene my eyes saw
(Oh lord) I think we need an intervention
You thieves need to reflect on your reflection
Your full bellied, but no contraception

I might take him to Siloam
Let him wash his eyes off peel his fucking eyes off
He sees the world through a ruptured lens, it's our loss
Hope he learn today, and that's all
We keep losing people, they starving
And all we got is nice shoes, nice cars
I'm tryna get this piece for a bargain
All they want is peace, and no scars

Daddy why do we smoke our cigars
Smoke so thick we can't see the stars?
If we didn't pay these meguards
Ain't nobody got our backs if our backs to ours

Now back to ours
I really love my city not the laws
I really love the people not the cars
But there's almost more cars than people, what the fuck?

That's why I'm telling ma I wanna live in Cali
But I know my city need a nigga not inside a telly
And if anybody know the president you better tell him
Nigga fucking do it better, I don't care if you're Israeli
Nigga really got a PJ?
Grown niggas in your city can't eat nor sleep, don't need PJs
But I'm in college sipping on PJ
Blowing OG, so what the fuck can we say?

People killing people dying
Children hurt you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach?
Or would you turn the other cheek
Oh father, help us, send guidance from above
Cos people got me questioning

Where is the love
Where is the love
Where is the love, the love
Where is the love

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