You know what
I AM FRESH OUT OF FUCKS TO GIVE
You gotta be a
Boss or a Beggar
You can't be both
Ya dig
Loony tools or
No eating pork or pig
Time to Recognize the civ
We're not ci vilians
Or sci villans
You treat us like side villains
When you be the real criminals
Feeding civilians subliminal
Robbed the Navajo Cherokee Seminoles
Peach painted brass
Gave it as Christ to enslaved people
My minds are bomb
And my pen is lethal
You've been running this land illegal
You tryna get the civilians
At odds with countries of people
We never even met
Children's reading scores are so low
But all they see is how to be an alphabet
Please dont take it personal
Im tryna show us the art of war
What you think they wanna build a wall for
America will soon be the projects
But they dont mean for Albert to be fat
They want the people
Dumb like Donald
No more Sunday dinners
Everybody eating McDonald's
You ever asked yourself
Who's the Mack
Every year so many missing children
Have many of them has the world got back
Knees or our necks
Shooting us in church
They even shot that guy for speaking
Thats showing us how much all of us are wor
Gotta give you the truth in increments
Cause I know the truth hurts
Every body's feeling mighty strange
They're playing us like we're the Game
Empty pockets
Not even change________
Slavery ain't went no where
Liberty became the chains
Liberty be lost when we lose ourselves
We got a choice God or Us
We choose death when we choose ourselves
It wouldn't be nice to dry to move ourselves
The epitome of what it means to lose yourself
Don't know where you come from
Hate where you been
So you cant know where you going
Time is money
So all this money you blowing
From the White House to the Trap House
Wondering why poverty's showing
You rather tote a gun more than a bible
Talking bout you living for survival
Doom day prepping
But dont you know the Word is a more Lethal Weapon
All The Words got to do is curse you
But we gonna take this time to bless you
But if you dont take head to the warning
I can say what the next piece gone do
Tilla Sonrise peace
Every body's feeling mighty strange
They're playing us like we're the Game
Empty pockets
Not even change________
Slavery ain't went no where
Liberty became the chains
In a land of strangers
We are all neighbors
Friends yet enemies
In love with hate
The greed of the mind is a
Hopeless passion for change
Tilla Sonrise peace
TillaSonrise
