my satisfaction (what about?)

My Satisfaction(What About?) - One-T
Written by：Thomas pieds/vanessa harvey/karim bourhane/Eddy gronfier
Through the harsh realities

Pain suffering stormy weather

Feels like a dark cloud hovers over me

What doesnt kill me makes me stronger

All my people rise

Live long and prosper

Super freak one t rev lutionizer

Hyped up against the lies that we rise up
Wise up
Visualize what your life will become
Without the trials where thered be a survivor
Pain plus sweat and tears through the fire
Fire through the sky
The messiah
Rider
Historys flawed and theyre tried to
False a file of facts to divide us
Stored up with the laws we abide by
More false to with the beats then its bye bye
Thats why Ive taken a stand and I plan to
Avoid being used as a mere example for them two
Mock me dead me and block me
Treat me like a sub human and lock me
Breathing gas so my lungs can fail
Man Ive been through hell and back
What can you tell me
Men I said youll try our ways
We are a curse

Give them a two we can trust

You macho mess

Although you might complain

Cause my whole race

Were men we tend to embrace where actions sate

Violencia engendra mas y mas violencia
Dicho esta y claro en tu conciencia
El mundo nuestro aumenta en minoria
Con fortaleza sesos come asi querias
Pues la tierra desde los mas alto
Y comprendes que todo es extrano
Solo importa un juego no mas las vida arriba

Donde se gana o pierde la gran partida

This ghetto was my hue domain
My fine Im down for my men
As a kid singing in the rain
Look ma its raining champagne
Never felt tied to a chain

Freedom was stuck to my brain
This been a while since the strain
Has my little moment of fame
Men I said youll try our ways
We are a curse

Give them a two we can trust
You macho mess

Although you might complain

Cause my whole race
Were men we tend to embrace where actions sate

Yeay you

We about might exploitation

Year hoo

We about you exploitation

War as we know it has no malediction
Poverty has some freaky alienation
This is a fractal attraction
Death has a bad way of telling science fiction
When hate stops we can grow in love
Revolution I wont give up
I hide a behind a trillion
To kill the blacks exploitation

Men I said youll try our ways

We are a curse

Give them a two we can trust

You macho mess

Although you might complain

Cause my whole race

Were men we tend to embrace where actions sate