This World
Lyrics
Observe fly rides
UFOs
Whips that glide
Bullet holes in the side
Scarred faces
With long alibis
Characters cry
Assassinations of the most high
Suffer in the world
Until your ghost
Floats in the sky
Candy coat that
Took the boat here
Can't take the boat back
Paid my admission as a slave
Superstition to the grave
Artist from the cave
Skywriting the ghetto
With hieroglyphics
And sweat smells
Heavily inscented
I walk to the rhythm of the wind
Without a corner to bend
The street bends me
Mold back
Through the elasticity
Of my personality
True endangered species
Black man
Take hold of gravity
In grave situations
I'm cursed with vocal clarity
In love with the art
The truth is trapped
In tragedy
Tragically shown
The sins of men
Are like a cyclone
We're trapped in it
Round we go
Til we relaxin it
Whether the facts
Are in it
Is unknown
Sit on my thoughts
Until they're full grown
And hatch
From my subconscious
Barrier
Then I train my thoughts
To fly
Letting wisdom be
My air craft carrier
Mind boggling
Thoughts explode
When
My brain kit
Is fully loaded
Busting out
Like the Trojans
Incognito
I love this music
Like Stretch and Bibbito
Is this love
Home boy
What do we know
Absolutely too much
Yet
A whole lot of nothing
When percussion
Starts bumpin
How many people
Really saying something
Not too many
I pray to God
When the devil's in me
And spit a rhyme
When I'm feeling empty
Mother Earth blessings
Annette taught me
A valuable lesson
Avoid physical aggression
Mental battles and gun testing
Success in vests
Turn blacks to
Running backs
Refuse chips in backs
Now Bill Gates
Wants his money back
Forged data
International money cleansing
Laundering
From country to country
Children are hungry
Is the coverup
Fraudulent
Like the American Red Cross
The eye is the media
Communicating
To the lost
In systems of segregation
Teaching love of a nation
Defined by a flag
With 50
Five point stars
In a rectangular configuration
While TV stations
Mold the minds
Of men and women
And small children
Who succumb
To slave religion
Propaganda
Crack heads
Former Panthers
Blame it on the alternative
Race
Is that the answer
Some old 1939 ish
Highly refined microchips
Aren't your worst threat
But your identity is
Enclosed in s-s
S-s Nazi
Social security
Obviously
It's unrelated
But peep the similarity
And how it's orchestrated
To keep tabs
Purposes
Both good and bad
Irresponsible scientists
In labs
Playing god
Injecting death
Wiping the blood
With a cotton swab
Life is a job
Spiritual blessings
A reward
We live in the gutters
Kissing goodbye
To family suppers
Concrete
Metal and rubber
Taking the place of lumber
No phone number for weeks
Inadequate water and heat
In government funded projects
Surrounded by bumpy
Streets
In heat that seeps
Beneath your skin
It makes you weak
No money for food
And people wonder why I sleep
No food to eat
I need bread
Vegetables and meat
Spoiler off greens
Cornbread
Potatoes that's sweet
A carpenter like Jesus
Building beats
In city streets
When the world rejects you
Death is the only retreat
On blemished feet
I'm struggling
To make ends meet
Five o'clock
In the morning
Clutching my sheets
Missing my niece
This world
Observe fly rides
UFOs
Whips that glide
Bullet holes in the side
Scarred faces
With long alibis
Characters cry
Assassinations of the most high
Suffer in the world
Until your ghost
Floats in the sky
Candy coat that
Took the boat here
Can't take the boat back
Paid my admission as a slave
Superstition to the grave
Artist from the cave
Skywriting the ghetto
With hieroglyphics
And sweat smells
Heavily inscented
I walk to the rhythm of the wind
Without a corner to bend
The street bends me
Mold back
Through the elasticity
Of my personality
True endangered species
Black man
Take hold of gravity
In grave situations
I'm cursed with vocal clarity
In love with the art
The truth is trapped
In tragedy
Tragically shown
The sins of men
Are like a cyclone
We're trapped in it
Round we go
Til we relaxin it
Whether the facts
Are in it
Is unknown
Sit on my thoughts
Until they're full grown
And hatch
From my subconscious
Barrier
Then I train my thoughts
To fly
Letting wisdom be
My air craft carrier
Mind boggling
Thoughts explode
When
My brain kit
Is fully loaded
Busting out
Like the Trojans
Incognito
I love this music
Like Stretch and Bibbito
Is this love
Home boy
What do we know
Absolutely too much
Yet
A whole lot of nothing
When percussion
Starts bumpin
How many people
Really saying something
Not too many
I pray to God
When the devil's in me
And spit a rhyme
When I'm feeling empty
Mother Earth blessings
Annette taught me
A valuable lesson
Avoid physical aggression
Mental battles and gun testing
Success in vests
Turn blacks to
Running backs
Refuse chips in backs
Now Bill Gates
Wants his money back
Forged data
International money cleansing
Laundering
From country to country
Children are hungry
Is the coverup
Fraudulent
Like the American Red Cross
The eye is the media
Communicating
To the lost
In systems of segregation
Teaching love of a nation
Defined by a flag
With 50
Five point stars
In a rectangular configuration
While TV stations
Mold the minds
Of men and women
And small children
Who succumb
To slave religion
Propaganda
Crack heads
Former Panthers
Blame it on the alternative
Race
Is that the answer
Some old 1939 ish
Highly refined microchips
Aren't your worst threat
But your identity is
Enclosed in s-s
S-s Nazi
Social security
Obviously
It's unrelated
But peep the similarity
And how it's orchestrated
To keep tabs
Purposes
Both good and bad
Irresponsible scientists
In labs
Playing god
Injecting death
Wiping the blood
With a cotton swab
Life is a job
Spiritual blessings
A reward
We live in the gutters
Kissing goodbye
To family suppers
Concrete
Metal and rubber
Taking the place of lumber
No phone number for weeks
Inadequate water and heat
In government funded projects
Surrounded by bumpy
Streets
In heat that seeps
Beneath your skin
It makes you weak
No money for food
And people wonder why I sleep
No food to eat
I need bread
Vegetables and meat
Spoiler off greens
Cornbread
Potatoes that's sweet
A carpenter like Jesus
Building beats
In city streets
When the world rejects you
Death is the only retreat
On blemished feet
I'm struggling
To make ends meet
Five o'clock
In the morning
Clutching my sheets
Missing my niece
This world
Writer(s): James Macon III
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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