Lyrics

Karma

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I ain't got an issue.
Till you spark the lit fuel.
Man it's all the same whether they for or against you.
Turn the clock to six, News broadcasting interviews.
Ain't nobody with you.
Kharma's gonna get you. (get you)
We 'bout to get it on.
We 'bout to get it on Karma.
("Karma" echoed)

Verse I
He's just a little boy chilling with a dream and a mission.
Big plans, looking for ammunition, to get higher position...
If you don't dedicate your lives, it's already giving...
Him the impression you slipping so ain't no competition.
I ain't no saint but I know optimism's...
Different from wishful thinking but I see a lot of people try to mix 'em.
And folks wished that he would make it big but not forget him.
But dollar bills can bring the Alzheimer's out and then one...
Day you know them, then you don't.
Next you listening to high-pitched dial tones when you calling their phone.
But karma don't forget how you found gold.
And karma won't forgive the times, just to climb you pushed around folks.
It's ironic Karma wears justices blindfold.
Soon as he made a million, karma crippled him by a stroke.
Now he needs the people he was leaving some time ago.
They're spending his money up now while he dies slow.
It's Karma.

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Verse II
Now Romeo and Juliet's been married 8 years.
But he don't know that she had slept with 8 of their peers.
Nobody would tell him but everybody knew the deal.
They're protecting the innocent.
They don't want to interfere.
It's clear...
That she's just playing with him.
The game's entertaining when you ain't the victim.
Lying explaining where she came from to trick him.
Now when Cupid took aim the arrow had to hit him.
Love is the diagnosis, being blind's a symptom.
T.M.I. can cure you in an instant.
So when she left a Dear John letter he let her seek out whatever she's missing.
They get divorced and then they split it... down the middle fifty-fifty.
$200 each and they're finished.
She never talked to him again... A minute...
After she got the cash she went and spent it on some perfume and lipstick.
'Bout a month later he got a got a lottery ticket and won $200 million with it.
Now that's karma.

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Verse III
There was a crooked little rookie cop by the name of Oscar Cox.
Quick to leave another suspect shot or else taser shocked.
He planted evidence to change the plot.
'Cause ever since he was eleven all he wanted was the top spot.
Call him commissioner cellblock.
Misdemeanor or felony, whatever he could get on you he got.
It gets me how some men will do so much to make you stop...
Doing exactly what they tend to do when no one watches.
Now this cop's got stock options on the block.
They buy, sell, get locked up or get shot.
And they might as well keep bringing hell until they drop.
Not ever thinking anything else except knots...
In their back pockets, wallet, and socks.
The jackpot always separates who are the haves and have nots.
Now you can make an army of chaos out of soldiers.
It only takes one of your dogs to rollover.
The D.A. wants the boss locked up or no one.
'Cause he's got a vendetta and an ego to go with it.
Long story short, the little rookie got caught.
They threw the book at him.
He ain't getting that gold watch.
To make things worse, it's kind of funny but it isn't.
His new cellmate's one of the boys he sent to prison.

Verse IV
I never knew that politics could be so sheisty.
The mayor of city was the dirtiest guy...
He might be... both at the same time, besides these...
Campaign contributors...
Cash gets distributed nightly.
Wrote the right speech to tell us that he likes peace.
We voted, promoted him, now he won't think like me.
He got our arms out of freedom's reach.
Building arms up for World War III...
...Aiming the bomb overseas.
That's the plan that he wants to endorse.
As the boss, understand he don't give us a choice unless he's forced.
His sons in the army and the navy...
...Are fighting for the cause while he's operating shady.
He cutting off the funds for the soldiers while his salary goes up.
And owns stock in the companies that build weapons and trucks.
They told me when it rains then it pours.
He made his money toying with the budget, giving them less than more.
So now they got some amateurs in charge.
They can't afford to train them like they can 'cause the funds sea sawed.
One day he got a call from the morgue.
They said his two sons just died, ran out of ammo in war.
That's karma.

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