[Schama Noel]
I'm telling you I'm sober, but I don't feel nothing
I'm telling you im colder than ice in the summer
This one is for the culture of the people who don't like when it's sunny
The people in the light think it's funny
The type to fly a kite when there's thunder
Put these lyrics on a poster & let Ya mind Wonder
Let Ya mind ponder, are you focused?
Are you sad are you hopeless?
Are you gonna smoke dope less?
What you Tryna escape from?
What you tryna runaway from?
What you afraid for?
You scared to die, well that's what life's made for
Oh you ain't know?
If you died right now, where would you go?
Take care of your shoes but you don't care about your soul
You only care bout the pros
You don't see the negatives
You don't see malevolence
You just wanna buy some clothes
You just wanna get yo timbs
We're so materialist-ic
Toc but this the void, so there ain't no clock
And this the voice for those that can't talk
You can't protect yourself
You neglect your health
You can't express yourself
So just accept my help
I accept responsibility
To facilitate this facility
To rehabilitate you spirituality
And to relate to your music needs
These other dudes ain't really saying anything
We don't really care about your jeans
When our life's a nightmare and you're living out your dreams
Yall rappers are selfish
Like a seafood market
I came to help the helpless
I see you starving
I been peeped your exhaustion
I done seen the obnoxious
Talking about their weed & their profit
I could give a damn bout your lean & narcotic
We don't really care about the green in your wallet
We don't really care about the seed in your wallet
We don't care about the three-hundred thirty-three g's in your deposit
Let's call this the void, Cuz I don't feel nothing
Let's call this void, Cuz I don't feel nothing
Just call me the voice, you ain't gotta say nothing