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In women’s beauty and cosmetic news, not to be taken lightly, the rise in
medical malpractise and white market body injection, instances continue
Scientists have also found the culprit in the newest cases of head cancer have
been linked to the glue used in the ever popular lace front wig
Also in sports, as a closing note to the Olympic propaganda charade
Salute to the amazing African tracking field athletes
Some of who are forced to run under a colonial flag
Congratulations Mo Farad, a Somalian who’s gold was stolen once again by Great
Britain
This Ime Oulu along with 90 Seas Way Informer and this is the Global Hood News
Where there’s health neglect there’s no self-respect
But what else you expect? Look how they dealt the death
We inherited stress, had to bury our best
Martin, Malcolm X, bullet holes in they chest
We adapt to the struggle, only way we survive
Eating scraps from the table but it kept us alive
Making something from nothing, still we hope for the best
Making miracles happen, daily coping with less
Scar string will ban ‘em
Scar string will ban ‘em
Scar string will ban ‘em
Raised in the ghetto, singing songs — called survival
But eating soul food to have you dead on arrival
Hand on the rifle, other hand on the bible
Strong as an ox but look at what you put inside you
We resemble your things, do the silliest things
No better than you better cause that’s what experience brings
Break out of jail but can you break out a fascicle cell?
We say we living well, but we living in hell
We already been to the other side
We ain’t turning back, now we choose a lie
To really get by this, and that ain’t right
We feel it inside, it’s time to fight
We already been to the other side
We ain’t turning back, now we choose a lie
To really get by this, and that ain’t right
We feel it inside, it’s time to fight
We glues to the TV screen commercials in-between
Crack Donalds, Murda King
What happened to eat your greens?
Eatin some or anything, abusing Mary Jane
Chinese chicken wings, everyday hood thing
5 hour energy, red bull and Hennessey
Head bobbin bot the organs full of toxicity
Pack a cool menthol, nicotine pick fall
They have the nerve to put cool on the pack so they can trick y’all
Slave to the Dutch master, colon cancer victim
Tell you want a package but we still blame the system
No squares in my circle, screw all that sippin purple
I’m tryina live to my potential, age is just a number
A G preserve his temple, a G control his temper
No discipline, you slippin, no toxins in my kitchen
Slavery is over cousin, but then at lunch it wasn’t
If food is the last plantation then I’m Harriet Tubman
Advocating colonics, saving my lungs from chronic
But you can’t free a slave unless he knows he’s in bondage
(You wanna get freaky? Let’s go)
You can’t free a slave unless he knows he’s in bondage