Vince The Messenger - Mood Lyrics

My head don’t rest until it’s peace for my people
We up on pedestals and still ain’t your equal
And all them privileges see through, must I point out the evils?
The monarch bloody, I don’t fear or bow down for the regal - nah
I’ve been revisiting my past
Sipping copping mechanism straight from out the flask
Tell me how my broken bones supposed to heal without a cast
Tell me how my broken home supposed to heal without my dad
Fourteen-year-old Vincent thought this distance wouldn’t last
Non-committal cause the middle of my chest it break like glass
I’m taking issue with your ass if you insist that we on gas
Cause my fuel ain’t came from fossils, it’s the spirit that I have - yeah
I got a question for my guide, witch way to the motherland?
Been trying to move in motions that gon’ render me a humble man
More often most my motives got their sights on ‘bout a hundred grand
I’m prone to spread the wealth soon as the moneys sitting in my hand
Activism ain’t a mood
I know you see the issue so it’s more that you could do
Activism ain’t a mood
I know you see the issue so it’s more that you could do