Schama Noel - The Riot (Internal & External) lyrics

[Verse 1: Lonny ColdChain] Some say he's Mentally demented Other say he's the antiseptic To this Rap Profession Both theories have been accepted Either way he's universally rejected My father should of used protection But He ain't in the picture like the took it Yo the way My future Looking I'll by down in central booking by the time I'm 21 Probably have to resort to guns due to my lack of funds And be out shooting like it's Duke there recruiting And yeah I had dreams of hooping But I ain't make the team coach told me hit the highway I swear I been stuck In my ways My mind and soul Trapped, I tried to free them But these Demons is creeping, constantly feasting On the mind of this genius so My thoughts is in they feces I'm like the purpose thou should never defeat me [Verse 2: Schama Noel] I thought we'd change, silly me Can you prosper without stealing things? Can you get by without k**ing me? Willingly mimicking Satan's gimmicks and energy Hate and envy is filling streets They are envious of the peeps With the bently's & the nice jeeps The gun inside your home don't make it an inner-peace Y'all ignorant with it Insidious hideous villainous syndicates injecting venomous sentiments to the innocent unprivileged little kids in them villages, no guidance or syllabus To provide them with intellect Only Tyrants that intersect Hates the virus and it'll spread Miley Cyrus, the internet & society k**s them dead Your time on earth is limited One kids plays grand theft auto And another one lives in it [Verse 3: Jay Diem] Piss, smoke, drank, and reproduce Blaze that kush, sip orange juice That is all they think we do Hit a ditch or a cell when the candles count at twenty two Uh Actions speak volumes and words speak chapters So is that piece really achieving that peace that you after? It feels like bullets move faster than prayers Hands in unison we push them wishes up heavens stairs I pray the screams of my people on Gods playlist Word to Schama And if he despise ugly, then God hate us Or at least the situation we in And again you strokin' your chin Shaking your head as you talking down on my generation Sorry if you ain't pushing progress, then you pushing the problem Pushing music to pave the pavement into brighter tomorrows Hey can I deepen your sorrows by giving you the truth? How that Jumpman get us jumped man and leave us on the news Dead you painted the pavement red just for a pair of shoes Needed them sneakers to retreat back from them boys in blue Quicker than they reach for you *Gunshot* Oh and RIP Mike Brown