Courtney Love Murdered Kurt Cobain (Explicit)

(Verse 1)

Yo, they buildin' prisons, fillin' cells with the poor,

Lock us up for profit, man, they hungry for more.

** the system, they just stackin' the cash,

Pushin' gangster rap, got us trapped in the clash.

From the hood to the pen, it's a cycle they spin,

Record execs and prison heads, they deep in the sin.

They say it's entertainment, but it's deeper than that,

Sellin' dreams of violence, and we fall in the trap.

They got us thinkin' it's cool to sling ** and pack heat,

But it's a setup, homie, just to get us off the street.

Politicians and CEOs, they all in bed,

Got us dyin' or in prison, man, they want us all dead.

We glorify the hustle, tryin' to make a quick buck,

But it's a path to destruction, man, this ** is **ed.

While we rot behind bars, they countin' their gold,

Profitin' off our pain, this story's gettin' old.

They pushin' gangster rap, makin' millions on the side,

Promotin' crime and violence, while our brothers collide.

It's a cycle of destruction, they keep us in chains,

From the studio to the cell, they profit off our pain.

(Chorus)

Prison Industrial Complex, they playin' a game,

Got us livin' thug life, just to profit our pain.

Privatized prisons, they ownin' the tracks,

Sellin' gangster rap dreams, keep us under attack.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

(Verse 2)

They got us glorifyin' crime, stackin' paper and gold,

But it's a setup, homie, it's a system that's cold.

Record deals and jail cells, they both in cahoots,

Feeding off our struggles, while they tighten the noose.

** the man, they got us fightin' each other,

While they sit back and watch, smilin' under the cover.

Passin' laws, fillin' prisons, man, this ** is a scam,

From the block to the cell, it's all part of their plan.

They makin' billions off our backs, while we rot in a cage,

Pumpin' poison through our speakers, fillin' us with rage.

We just pawns in their game, they don't give a **,

As long as we keep killin' and they makin' their buck.

We rappin' 'bout the struggle, the guns, and the ***,

But they usin' our stories to tighten the plugs.

Keepin' us in cycles of violence and crime,

While they sippin' on champagne, enjoyin' their time.

They controlin' the airwaves, what we hear, what we see,

Makin' sure we stay trapped, never truly free.

It's time to wake up, see the truth in the lies,

Break free from their grip, open our eyes.

(Chorus)

Prison Industrial Complex, they playin' a game,

Got us livin' thug life, just to profit our pain.

Privatized prisons, they ownin' the tracks,

Sellin' gangster rap dreams, keep us under attack.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

(Bridge)

But we ain't blind, we see the truth in the lies,

Time to rise up, break free, open our eyes.

Music is power, let's flip the script,

Spit truth to the youth, let the system get hit.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

(Verse 3)

Let's break the chains, fight back with the mic,

Expose the corruption, bring the truth to the light.

From the streets to the cells, we gotta unite,

Take down the complex, stand up for our rights.

No more profitin' off pain, we reclaim our name,

From the hood to the stage, we changin' the game.

Gangster rap with a message, uplift and inspire,

Burn down the complex, set the system on fire.

** their profits, ** their lies,

Time to rise up, reach for the skies.

They can't hold us down, can't keep us in chains,

We breakin' free, takin' back our reigns.

From the block to the booth, we speakin' the truth,

Lettin' the youth know they more than just proof,

That the system's designed to keep us oppressed,

But we fightin' back now, we won't be suppressed.

We takin' back our stories, our music, our lives,

No longer puppets in their twisted designs.

We breakin' the cycle, exposin' their game,

United we stand, no longer pawns in their shame.

(Chorus)

Prison Industrial Complex, they playin' a game,

Got us livin' thug life, just to profit our pain.

Privatized prisons, they ownin' the tracks,

Sellin' gangster rap dreams, keep us under attack.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

Prison.

Industrial.

Complex.

(Outro)

Yeah, we see you, we know what you're about,

We takin' back our music, we takin' a new route.

From the blocks to the booth, we speakin' the truth,

Prison Industrial Complex, we comin' for you.

Mother**ers.