The Thought, J Soulstice - Villain To Me Lyrics

I know poets with no penchant for words
In your time zone, smoking on the remnants of herb
Give me the penance of curb-biting, I'll skip to the step
In my presence, you third-tightest and silence is best
Think you conscious when you walking on the 1-2-3-4
Never finding pockets, we're supposed to be more!
Holders of the spoken mind, the voices of the muted
Rhyme to show them recourse without police recruited
I'm only chanting "Defund!" on the way to "Abolition!"
Squad cars, free guns, only buying ammunition
I've been itching for the revolution, no anarcho-fantasy
Simply pissed about the lynching's of my family
Crushed beneath the gravity, strangers in a strange land
I don't need no cavity searches or arraignments
Adopted by a culture that been pimped for entertainment
I will never be a vulture, I will never be an agent
You're something of a villain to me, yeah
False equivalences, trigger-finger itches
You're letting all of the killers go free, yeah
Fuel within the engine, mulch to sculpt to riches
Even if you stand alone, you got to stand up
If you love hip hop put your hands up!
"Don't shoot, Officer", those are scary words
When is law enforcement gonna get what they deserve?
We can choose to be silent, but that's what they prefer
It's time to question everything, and yes I mean everything
"By any means necessary" a quote from Malcolm X
Ray-vision 20-20, but now what happens next?
I'm tired of the pain, and underneath is captioned text
How can we focus on the good if we don't know what focus is?
We don't know what hopeful is, it's hard to step into blessings
Ones with privilege never understood systemic oppression
My ancestors used their voices so I can have choices
That's why I use my voice to show you what Blaqknoiz is
Less 'lil rappers more W.E.B. Du Bois-es
Bob Marley singing "Revolution", you cannot destroy this
You're something of a villain to me, yeah
False equivalences, trigger-finger itches
You're letting all of the killers go free, yeah
Fuel within the engine, mulch to sculpt to riches

I know poets with no penchant for words
In your time zone, smoking on the remnants of herb
Give me the penance of curb-biting, I'll skip to the step
In my presence, you third-tightest and silence is best
Think you conscious when you walking on the 1-2-3-4
Never finding pockets, we're supposed to be more!
Holders of the spoken mind, the voices of the muted
Rhyme to show them recourse without police recruited
I'm only chanting "Defund!" on the way to "Abolition!"
Squad cars, free guns, only buying ammunition
I've been itching for the revolution, no anarcho-fantasy
Simply pissed about the lynching's of my family
Crushed beneath the gravity, strangers in a strange land
I don't need no cavity searches or arraignments
Adopted by a culture that been pimped for entertainment
I will never be a vulture, I will never be an agent
You're something of a villain to me, yeah
False equivalences, trigger-finger itches
You're letting all of the killers go free, yeah
Fuel within the engine, mulch to sculpt to riches
Even if you stand alone, you got to stand up
If you love hip hop put your hands up!
"Don't shoot, Officer", those are scary words
When is law enforcement gonna get what they deserve?
We can choose to be silent, but that's what they prefer
It's time to question everything, and yes I mean everything
"By any means necessary" a quote from Malcolm X
Ray-vision 20-20, but now what happens next?
I'm tired of the pain, and underneath is captioned text
How can we focus on the good if we don't know what focus is?
We don't know what hopeful is, it's hard to step into blessings
Ones with privilege never understood systemic oppression
My ancestors used their voices so I can have choices
That's why I use my voice to show you what Blaqknoiz is
Less 'lil rappers more W.E.B. Du Bois-es
Bob Marley singing "Revolution", you cannot destroy this
You're something of a villain to me, yeah
False equivalences, trigger-finger itches
You're letting all of the killers go free, yeah
Fuel within the engine, mulch to sculpt to riches