Fucking explode everybody

You can scream all you like, but it doesn't mean a thing
You compete all your life, but it doesn't mean a thing
You can read, you can write, but it doesn't mean a thing
Have a child for a wife and it doesn't mean a thing
All the clothes you can style, but it doesn't mean a thing
All the money you can pile, but it doesn't mean a thing
Drop a bomb on a child
Drop a bomb on a child

Althea Gibson on red clay
Althea Gibson on red clay
Familia, Kings, Crips, and Esés
Ñetas and Kings or Veintisiete

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't bе long
Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't bе long
Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be long
Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be

Call police all you like, but it doesn't mean a thing
Feed your bone with a spike, but it doesn't mean a thing
Swear you won't, then you tell, but it doesn't mean a thing
Hundred thousand from Chanel, but it doesn't mean a thing
Betray your friends, do 'em foul
but it doesn't mean a thing
All the money daddy piles, but it doesn't mean a thing
Drop a bomb on a child
Drop a bomb on a child

Althea Gibson on red clay
Althea Gibson on red clay
Familia, Kings, Crips, and Esés
Ñetas and Kings or Veintisiete

Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be long
Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be long
Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be long
Life, it can be short, it can't be tall, it can't be

This is the end of your rotten life, you motherf—
This is the end of your rotten life, you motherf—