[Verse 1]
Melodramatic, muffled minimized melodies
Melanin ma**, moments murdering memories
Fighting for freedom but freedom is in the fleeting
Fighting for FEMA the fiends know what you feed them
Media takeouts take out cameras for world star
Take out communities systematic it's cold war
I see the mirror I hate what I see it's ugly
It's blatant it's like you drugged me, my place in society lost
Placed inside the Lord His stake inside my heart
Cold case, old crates, no traces I'm dying off
I don't see me at work, I don't see me at worth
I don't relate to your social norms, don't see me at church
Used to wish I had blue eyes just like Christopher Reeve
Just watched him as Superman but I didn't see me
Imagination figments, you just selling pigments
And that's the echo of eugenics
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It's cold
But you don't see the light
You don't see the light of day
Man look they put you in the hole
But you don't see the light
You just see the walls looking back
And it's feeling so cold
That you don't see the light
You don't see the light of day
Man look they put you in the hole
But then you see the light
Then you see the sunlight
Hit you in your hit you in your soul
[Verse 2]
It's genies in the bottles where the churches stood
Expect fetuses to have to fight for personhood
But someone in the market for the baby parts
I think this dude in the bathroom got lady parts
Or Caitlyn parts I think he got an SP
And somehow my wife just got way more s**y
So where's the sermon about the Ghost building pharmacists
Where's morals when injustice isn't partisan
Your next partner may be AIDS positive
Your next vote is overshadowed by politics
It's too much please take a load off
It's too much stress man, please take the Zoloft
And now my little's sister's on my conscience
The cultures got dudes drugging girls up in college
That's when you gon' see me up in the news
With the smug face mug shot what you try and do
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[Bridge]
Man it hit you in your soul
Let it hit you in your soul
It gon' hit you in your soul
Let it hit you in your soul
They bamboozled
Don't let these brands fool you
Now I ain't tryna lose you
But this gon' take some getting some getting use to
[Verse 3]
This one's for the vets
This one's for the real emcees that don't get respect
I remember I remember filling up my loose leaf
The black Bruce Lee with bullets in my mouth, keep your Gucci
This is ciphers in the basement
No writtens with the tempo try and chase it
We don't write rhymes for the heck of it
This is underground slap and sliding in your messages
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