Viewing lyrics for Routine Brutality by AR. West.

Routine Brutality*

Tha struggle continues

V.1
It's early Monday morning, and already Im out the do'/
The time is 6 am, and shit thats when the plot unfolds/
See I, hop in my ride, dippin in outta traffic/
Murder on every corner, man I'm sick of all the bad shit/
Matter fact, for everybody I know/
They all b goin thru it, stuck wit problems of they own/
But hey it's just life, and look mine aint no different/
Got pressure on my brain, so I get high when I kick it/
Tryna strive to the finish, but shit then there days like this/
When ya try to make a change but still it stays like this/
and I hate life's a bitch, but she can Never keep me down/
I do it for my family, Reppin the streets proud/
Swear one day ima make it in this rap shit but Mean while/
Ima visualize my dreams cuz really the scene foul/
Stressin in depression even, got God on Speed dial/
Prayin for better dayz, cuz just Look where we now/

Damn

Cuz just look where we now

V.2
And as I get closer to approaching my destination/
The pigs pull me over, some bullshit investigation/
Always stereotyping and questionin' my education/
Tryna take me for a fool, but fuck em they just b hatin/
Now all i really need is a Puff of this medication/
Just 2 release, all this fuckin rage I got/6
But shit happens everyday, that's why I hate the cops/7
Plus 2 many of my homeboyz incarcerated,
Doin hard time/
trapped in the darkest places, feelin lost and hopeless/
But still got the heart to make it, prayin the pain end/ (amen)
Lost soulz untamed committing the same sin/
It's clear life aint fair, but still I aint changing/
Don't know what it is, but mind ya motherfuckin biz/
I been doin shit my way since I was just a kid/
Runnin the streets, screamin fuck the police/
Out hustlin non stop, makin my plot to the top/

V.3
And i can't lie my nigga, at times I just wanna die my nigga/
That's why I'm chronically smokin, sippin a pint of liquor/
and I know freedom is sweet but at times it's bitter/
That's the truth, it's no excuse, I gotta win/
I can't lose, so what's to choose, no options damn/
I sighed as I took a puff then passed the blunt to my homeboy/
on the road gettin blown thinkin damn ain't no love for a couple of dope boys/
And tho shit don't go our way, still we b so poised/
Knowin that this krazy world don't stop for no one/
And if u want protection ya better get ya own gun/
But even then a bullet can make ya breathin end/
Rest peace to fallen homiez till we meet again/
This bout the people, the fight against good and evil/
Fuck the law, fuck the government for bein so illegal/
They so deceitful...
Treating us unequal

REST IN PEACE OSCAR GRANT, SEAN BELL, TRAYVON MARTIN, ERIC GARNER, MIKE BROWN & and to all the countless other minorities who are killed and brutalized everyday from police violence and social injustice.

Fuck the police!
No justice no peace