I’ve been taken back by thoughts that dont give back

Lifes illusion playing under distractions that dont give facts

Falling through the skies unable to relax

From all the pesticides killing my high until I collapse

Vertigo spinning, life and death in a matter of seconds, the ballers life it’s a matter of inches

Socialites grinning while the poor man is sickening impoverished souls on the metro reckoning

While the the white man’s winning

False messiahs preaching the gospel at the same time sinning

Claiming a profit all while the children aren’t eaten

What kind of world are we living, where we consume more than is given

Where we make more for the rich men

Where we hate more than we’re loving

Where we fake more than becoming

What kind of world do you want to live in?

The kind of dreams where freedom is a privilege

Where momma don’t have to worry bout the neighbors breaking in

Or poppa don’t have to worry about the month at end

I’m about my dividends splitting my gains like slim fit with the close knit/friends I been broke wit, friends that know my real name but don’t expose it

That will kill and die for you in a moments notice, we own it

Hand on my staff while HE splits the mediterranean ocean for Moses

Fighting in the 12th round bleeding cuts wide open, hoping for a cold press closing

Walk in his footsteps in the light of the chosen

However, On this epitaph words are written from stone to slab where law is king and the people are last

Let’s change it fast beat the breaks off this bitch and switch the class

Leave the hate in the past, twist of fate at last, demonstrate, protestrate , awaken and illuminate

We are tenfold, lets reverse roles

Money don’t make the man he makes the goals, truth be told

Let the rich feel the shots rain hidden behind social mask taken from their precious homes

You wanna revolt, the birth of nation Nat Turner reloading his bullets contemplating mercy on their soul to give back what was stole

The slave master gets on his knees as he takes aim with his colt *POW* ….thats cold

The days of future past riddled with bullet holes, crossing the bridge of LIFE with taken Souls. 

History repeats, same story unfolds.