Eric "Ricky" Pariseau - Journel Entry: November 2016 lyrics

[Intro] Tell God I'm sorry for my sins You gotta do what you gotta do So you can stay here and live Homies sit in the road, no food Waiting for the struggle to end I don't got twenty, we each got ten Inner talents behind the fence Held back, they know we're tense Want the public to stay dense So they take truth and dub it's past tense [Verse 1] Blazed out my mind, thoughts unconfined and I'm crossin the line Must be blind cause I lost my mind, kind of attitude needed to grind Someone just shot me, but I stay afloat cause I'm a boat like Yachty Illegal cause they caught me, roam in a fixed constitutional State of mind Delusional to the outside world ever since that girl Dropped the needle in the parking lot at Peebles Vision swirled, had a family, bout to hurl like that time the referral didn't go through Insanity, vanity dies in the eyes of the perished Goodbye to those that were once cherished, look and fear this World still go round when Mary go the mac blows And we're dressed in black clothes, my life flash rogue Grab a cash load, cops got me slangin Erin Black mode Got the truth Hillary in Blat mode, mad at leakers at home Rigged election why she that low? Trump just as bad though sh** talking, he spat loads talkin bout sendin' my homies home Packin on a lonely road, he ain't know the struggle only the fame He ain't know this ain't no monopoly game [Verse 2] Edward Snowden more qualified to be president in our lives Actually for the people instead of blowin' lie after lie So push over those other guys that be waitin' in line Don't give those snakes a term, give Obama a third Hang on every word, truth is about to surge Lights flicker, you hiss, lookin like a scene from the exorcist Truth hurts, reaching the soul, it burns Cleanse your role, make it turn Make this fake system pissed, f** with their head Sixteen, the year we found democracy is dead And if we elect Trump, Germany's laughing at us Those who don't learn from history, are doomed to repeat it America's trumped looking at our status in this apparatus Lesser of two evils, please America stand up or we're defeated Bernie was our way out, now we're dead, no doubt All about the cash, all about the oil, all about turnin' America to ash Check out the indian burial grounds, they just there for the stash We already took land that wasn't ours f** the pipeline, it's sour Government want more money, government want more power We're the fools forking it over like the sheep we are with cheap dreams Crushed by society's limits, judging every little divot like a christian Until you fall into submission, clown bullsh** a distraction mission Overloaded to the point where two are running in the election Imploaded on this joint in order to get attention and show sections Of life that need to be seen, listen, speak up and come with me We're all soldiers, one by one, glisten and shine free with your speech