Everybody want to benefit
Everybody want to get it in
Stones glistenin’ and that’s fine
But who’s go the dime on these missing kids?
They’ve been missing since
Shut up, turn your head, is the ways of the ignorant
It’s gotta be somebody that you close to, that you go to
Somebody by you knows the whole truth
True, true, true
Everybody want to benefit
Everybody want to get it in
Stones glistenin’ and that’s fine
But who’s go the dime on these missing kids?
They’ve been missing since
Shut up, turn your head, is the ways of the ignorant
It’s gotta be somebody that you close to, that you go to
Somebody by you knows the whole truth
Yeah they do
Why tote me a weapon, when heaven’s only a second
From orchestrating a hit, flickin the stick
Bullet-in the billboard, add it to list
Question is, what agenda it will omit?
I admit man, they got me in the system
Gridlocked where the gatekeepers act like victims
Behind computer screens, nerds controlling things
And influence, but LOOK! A murder scene
They can’t solve it, a bunch of hush puppies
Taking hush money, deep fry th hush puppies
It’s up to us, in God we trust
You clinging to the fiat, but who’s the one made the treetop?
I’m back in restock, serving ya’ Psalms from a teapot
Mix it with Seamoss
I bet it’ll get your system banging, when it’s tanking
Like aw baby
Until these children not missing, we all crazy
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Everybody want to benefit
Everybody want to get it in
Stones glistenin’ and that’s fine
But who’s go the dime on these missing kids?
They’ve been missing since
Shut up, turn your head, is the ways of the ignorant
It’s gotta be somebody that you close to, that you go to
Somebody by you knows the whole truth
True, true, true
Everybody want to benefit
Everybody want to get it in
Stones glistenin’ and that’s fine
But who’s go the dime on these missing kids?
They’ve been missing since
Shut up, turn your head, is the ways of the ignorant
It’s gotta be somebody that you close to, that you go to
Somebody by you knows the whole truth
Yeah they do, yea they do, yea they do
And forget about em’ ain’t what we finna do
Neighborhood, neighborhood watch
What is up with you?
Don’t want to see my baby on the news
It’s been a long week, I hardly can sleep
I just want to see my baby, my seed
Sprout up another leaf, I don’t need a thing
If it ain’t your life in the place I can reach
MOST HIGH, MOST HIGH, mercy on me
Oh my, Oh my, technology
Watching everything instead of watching the creeps
At the same time I hate the mark of the beast
But it seems like they was marked by the beast
I’ma keep searching don’t mark em’ deceased
My faith is my sancturary, my peace
And I’m bettin’ on, bettin’ on that peace
It’s a wicked world, and I thank the Most High
Was able to shake the curse, be alive
I was blind, when you finally wake up you realize
That 99% is doing prison time
Souls for bond and binding, all intertwined
In the grapevine, wrapped up in gangsigns
They sympathize, to hypnotize, I know it’s all a lie
But sometimes a simulation is civilized
To cover the savagery that’s still inside
Waiting on my heart to bloom, water me to cut the line
To place me in a jar, cut my lifespan in half
How long will I last, I’m wondering if it’s God’s plan
I lock hand with physical echoes
Bouncing off the jagged edges
Resilient arrows
In a land where a man resembles the pharoah
And wouldn’t let go, there’s kids missing
We need a demo, you get the memo
Everybody want to benefit
Everybody want to get it in
Stones glistenin’ and that’s fine
But who’s go the dime on these missing kids?
They’ve been missing since
Shut up, turn your head, is the ways of the ignorant
It’s gotta be somebody that you close to, that you go to
Somebody by you knows the whole truth
True, true, true
Everybody want to benefit
Everybody want to get it in
Stones glistenin’ and that’s fine
But who’s go the dime on these missing kids?
They’ve been missing since
Shut up, turn your head, is the ways of the ignorant
It’s gotta be somebody that you close to, that you go to
Somebody by you knows the whole truth
Yeah they do, yea they do, yea they do
And forget about em’ ain’t what we finna do….
…Neighborhood, neighborhood watch…
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