Lyrics

Is there a chorus?
Na, there's no chorus
I just got somethin' I need to get out
Gotta say
And the people that need to get it
They gon' get it
Chasm of the rich and the poor
Tryna to stop our soar
Hurt us to the core
Oppression once more
Bet they think we sore
But, but we got plenty more, ha, ha
Is everyone's house made of glass?
I'll pass, and gasp
Focus on the stuff that's gonna last
It's funny how they focus on the money (money)
Erratic behavior killed Sonny
Now they see that it's no longer sunny
Not even a little bit funny
Ball of confusion what the world is today
Everybody's just a little cray cray
They sold you, I told you
It wouldn't be the brothas up the block that would fold you
Deep emotions and incisions
Many dimensions, dissension, and dominions (domininons)
Opinions, what's the difference between leaders and minions
Religions and decisions, emissions?
To many locked inside the prisons
It's spine chillin' when the good become the villains
Take up the tactical positions
Sabotage booby traps and land mines
Great memories in the tough times
Good times just lookin' out the window to find
Ah, I just close my eyes
Vacation on beats and chill in the rhymes
Tucked in side my mind
A grand design, the warning signs
Bet you thought you had a lot a time
Distracted, we didn't see it comin'
But I'm steady hummin'
I got the funky drummer drummin'
Angels to He's got legions to summon
Hate done spread across the nation
Anger and rage is breakin' concentration
Hondo, Deacon, Tan and Street
Reacher size help is coming up the street
Defenders, Murdock sees the heat
Many fearful, try to run and hide
Just get by, go along for the ride
Arrogant, haughty they lied
Mortified (mortified) greedy full of pride
Rollin' with the punches, gotta take in stride
Survive, few that I trust, fewer to confide
The nerve, unmitigated gall
So high up pride still come before the fall
Intense consequence
The fickle and the dense
Immense, got our backs against the fence
Caught up in the bliss (in the bliss)
They missed (they missed)
Our names is already on the list
We da ones gates of hell can't come against (come against)
See, no chorus, we reasonable people, and I ain't talkin' what divides
They'll decide when pushed, they pause, pray and prepare
Over here and a little over there
Written by: Clinton Anthony Garrett, Daniil Letiagin, Gaspar Manukiani
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