DESCRIPTION:
Only One, IAME, Ethic and DJ Spark - Times Have Changed
Police Brutality album (2009)

IAME:
For quick bread, you're quick to trading your soul and ideals
Like hoes that strip naked on poles in high heels
We cheat, lie, steal, sell guns and poisons to kids
It's dirt, and legit work's the last choice on our list
We're prisoners that work for these wages
Fuck it, I'ma serve 'em hell with this twelve gauge at minimum range
From the bank teller, tell her put the shit in the bag
Anyone moves I'll shoot this bitch in the face
But it's no wonder we look timid it's evident from the inner cities
The ghettos, even the suburbs, these sentiments go unheard
I run a vision so blurred, there's no cure in sight
In the abyss we submerged, we search for light
Most'll only find a serpent's bite, with no workman's comp
When the work stops, that's when a person dies
I'ma load a weapon with an empty cartridge, don't start shit
Unless it's some sort of charitable act, what else you got, bitch?


Chorus
It's not a game, it's a lot of pain
You thinking it's all good? Times have changed
Come to the crib, get banged, they take your chain
As far as rap goes, it's only natural I explain
x2


Ethic:
I'm a governing type to those with an upperhand
This gutter is right, yeah, but I need to expand
It's a cumbersome plight, a thundering city lights
When living under the gun and someone holding a knife
When working another day means working another night
Mixed with the adrenaline of a condition that might
Have me flip on this light as I rip into yours
I'ma get what I like and exit through these doors
Fuck somebody getting the best of me
It's amazing what one will do when they threaten necessity
Give you a taste of what you see on the news
If you choose to look into the eyes of a stomach without food
I move with the mind of a time bomb, confused
Consumed by the amount of wealth that you abuse
And if you ain't down to help, I'ma start climbing out
Give these fucking papers something to write about


Chorus
x2


OnlyOne:
I choose to survive when we're losing our lives
It's gotta be the system, when poverty, imprisonment
Dishonesty and sinners institutionalised
My cousin's been in the pen, a pig shot him in his ass
I'm in abduction with my brother, I made a visit to ask
Why the fuck has he been living behind a visitor's glass?
Visit my past, Dad hit Mom, she hit me
Now I hit blunts and licks, get shit 'cause it's free
When there's so much I've seen and it's scary on average
I would steal green, smuggling through carry-on baggage
Beware of a savage, 'cause if I go crazy
[...] all those other motherfuckers that raised me
There's a fiend's face inside of my brother and his lady
He's freebasing [...] even in front of his baby
Believe even I could be like him with a gun and just maybe
I get clapped 'cause fuck being outrunned when they chase me
Knahmean?

Chorus
x2