Six Degrees

[Verse 1]
Skinny jeans Billie Jean would love her features
Shortie outta touch with the seasons
It’s winter time
Finest dime sippin wine on the avenue
But you know she always she lookin’ hotter than her attitude
Hips swayin to the beat
Headphones bang as she playing on them streets
This is her song
This is her story
Middle fingers up to the world as a warning
A single mom
With two kids always hungry
Only claim to her name is a twenty
In her back pocket locket on her chest
Picture of her daddy force her daddy when and left
Mamma kicked her out the house cause she couldn’t pay the bills
Now she on her way to earn herself a meal
Got that Knox Hill playin
That bus pulls way in as she walks up to the glass
He’s handing her the ticket and she’s holding back the cash
Break that
Hank was never late
Even though he’s underpaid
Grindin 25 years on that minimum wage yea
He got that week
Dreamin bout a beach
Boy been savin up for it but them kids gotta eat!
Back in school he was the star of the team
That was bad education
Overcrowded schools where they couldn’t pay the wages
They had to share the books
Teachers on a work vacation
So Tell me where his future on the ladder to success
He couldn’t go to college cause he couldn’t pay his debts
He only learned to ball tried to learn it at a desk
But then that life came and hit him with that full court press
Yes so now he’s Mr. Bus Driver
Mr. Be Quiet
Driving through the burbs so he’s from the other side
Passing change to his next rider
Jimmy's got dreams
Jimmy's got schemes
Jimmy loves his green
Ballin product working harder up in college
2 majors brought up by his mamma taught to be a scholar
Graduated at the top of the class
But Where the cash at?
Nah really now he saying the cash at?
Job market overcrowded droppin like the Nasdaq
All these bills got ‘em wound tighter than a gas cap buy that
6 figure college debt that he still burn to pay
Just so he could learn say
You want fries with that
New Burger King cap black fitted with the cap
Telling him that he’s KING
I guess now serving’ the American Dream
Yea so tonight he’s going hard
My boy’s on a mission bout to take it to the bar
What to drink no whites keep it street keep the change

[Hook]
So live your dreams
In degrees of separation
Said you want more
That is six separations
From peace to war
That is six separations
When I record
Give it six separations
So live your dreams
In degrees of separation
Said you want more
That is six separations
From peace to war
That is six separations
Do you believe in degrees of separation

[Verse 2]
Molly gettin love
Her name like the drug everybody wanna rush
So she filling’ up cups service with a smile
Thought she could be a model but her body put on miles
Gas change at the bottom of a bottle
Ayyy I said
Misses bartender
Serve it colder than December
Make it strong she don’t wanna remember
That she got a mom with cancer
Doctor’s tryna find the answer
Can she beat it when the illness undefeated I don’t know
She working double shifts to pay them hospital bills
But them numbers keep on climbing man them figures got her feeling so ill
Now tell me that’s ironic
She turns to a nice man who’s sipping gin and tonic
He don’t know her problems
But he always leaves a good tip
Slick hair back cool whip
Looks at his rolex
Molly can you break a hundred
Give me twenty back in cash
Get the tab back

[Hook]
So live your dreams
In degrees of separation
Said you want more
That is six separations
From peace to war
That is six separations
When I record
Give it six separations
So live your dreams
In degrees of separation
Said you want more
That is six separations
From peace to war
That is six separations
Do you believe in degrees of separation

[Verse 3]
So gather round gather round
For the star of the show
Mister politician gifted lifted with his vision
Said he was there to make a difference
Gave an intent to close the distance from
The poor and the privileged
The game to win an office
That many don’t understand it
You can’t run if you don’t have the funds or try to save the planet
So he started takin backhanders
To gain the votes crooked interests groups they know how to throw
A man a rope and choke round his neck
Said he was out to set the standard now he livin with regrets
Been 12 years in office he ain’t changed nothin yet
So he blocks it all away
He’ll deal with it another day
Just as long as he’s still gettin paid
Yea big smile on his face as he rollin through the boulevards In his private car
Take some money from his pocket
Throws it in his briefcase pulls up saying meeting place Liverpool's in
Lights flash his phone on the dash as he steps out
Shaking hands with the man whose
Got the whole world filled in his shadow of doubt

[Verse 4]
Suit and tie and a whip in his hand
Leather gloves reach out he’s a different man
He takes the briefcase
No expression on his face
There’s no soul in him
All he really knows is controlling in ‘em
Holdin ‘em down
With no sound
Blue eyes like ice
He don’t care about ya life or ya rights
You can dance with the devil if you settle on the price
So our politician does a favor signs the papers
Signs the waiver crooked players
Shakin hands see you later
Now he’s back up in his limo
Rollin up the window
Rollin past the losers he will never relate to
In his mind he’s worked hard and he’s already paid dues
Got offshore accounts
On some islands in the south
He don’t care the amount
He just knows that he ain’t gotta pay his taxes
That’s his money his work his tie his shirt
His favorite drink is power and he’s drunk
And the worst part is he keeps on filling it up
Pulls down a back alley
Gets the money out
Driver turns the lights way down
He sits waiting
Doesn’t like to be impatient
But before he gets too anxious
There’s a tap on the glass
So he waves out the cash
The door opens
Long legs and heels
Them hips sway in way in he know she got appeal
She looks at him and then she nods in an unspoken deal
With skinny jeans billy jean would love her features
Shortie outta touch with the seasons
You see that she is that single mom who started the off the track
She paid her money ain’t it funny how it made it through this rap
From Hank to Jimmy Molly politician crooked businessman
You put it all in the chamber and you spin it
Pull the trigger that’s that real six degrees of separation