Netherworlds - Futura lyrics

[Verse 1: Himself] One day There will be a world without pain A place where a stranger offers you a dry space out the rain A place where people of different nationalities hang Where it doesn't matter who you are as long as you on the same thang A place where I hit the store and I don't get followed around Where historical neighborhoods are treated as hollow ground Where black folks are respected even if they not entertainers Telling their live stories to strangers A place where black folks know how to act We can go to the movies without someone pulling a strap Smoking glamorous marijuana Never having to say, "Your honor, it wasn't me I plead not guilty could you please set me free" Honestly the future is gonna be something to see Something to see, Something to see [Verse 2: Murs ] On the shores of Mexico Sippin' tap water slow Watchin' my kids grow Speaking in Ebanish while they runnin' to and fro And for y'all who don't know that's Spanish and Ebonics If this rap game don't work then I'm growing hydroponic Five years from now, man I just don't know I just want to be alive and surrounded by some dough Maybe own a doughnut shop That doesn't serve cops I know I'll still be hip hop Kicking that graffiti rock Hangin' out with my crew Disney Land season pa** With a beautiful wife that don't wanna leave my a** For reasons unknown Probably cuz I couldn't keep my snake in its home Hopefully I'm full blown Have a Grammy and a throne I'll buy my own island call it, "the Murs zone" Legal age sixteen "Do What The f** You Wanna Do" by Devin is the theme Kicking back playing Tony Hawk tres, on a fat big screen [Verse 3: Anacron] On a fat big screen b**h, and it goes like this Imma be in San Francisco, holding it down B-boying six hours north of my home town Composing hits where brisk air hits the sand Transposing feelings to notation on music stands Five bars and four spaces Rewarded me in the places where by creation moves Instrumental grooves My wife will lounge close by in the tilt A strong woman with a job and a fire that never wilts Mother to the children that look just like me Creole C's with dreads quietly posted on my knees I coasted overseas Gain fame in many regions A west coast original with pitiful spiritual rituals A regular on the national spoken word circuit Me and ? will grab world wide and worked it My life is simply perfect Really it's weird its only been ten years Since them cheers Greeted Netherworlds on the stage at the forum a couple of years prior to the novus ordo seclorum and that sh** was a trip But since the gangsters was awake The government was overthrown in a month and seven days Now under a hazy bay sky It's all gravy spending Fridays painting And Sunday nights lazy in a robe and slippers talking to Murs long distance like, "dude I told you Shaq and them fools would lose to the championship to the Pistons, Sike!"