Tears of God

I just might stop fuckin with rap guys
I just get so sick of trap lines
They rap lies and you believe it
They strap eyes to their forehead to be deceitful
U tryna fool the people, go through the same shit as we do
Your black ain't see through, and money will not protect you from evil
U whipping ya wrist, just to have Nike whipping ya back
You selling your people crack, what type of illness is that
This here the cure for cancer, u need to hear the answers
Somebody gotta stand up, I body every stanza
My body every strand of dope you need to get a gram of
I do this for my mama, R.I.P grandpop and grandma
It's like the truth a landmark, nigga need a vacation
Don't drown me in ya fakeness, nigga need a flotation
Fuck all the arbitration we drawing arms but hardly tracing
The road to freedom is far and long, what car we taking?

What we making, what we making, what we making,
Tired of waiting, tired of patience, I inhale it,
That's the vapor, that's the fragrance, I ain't famous,
Not yet not yet, fuck a racist,
Aw yeah aw yeah, you the fake-ist,
Staying down down down to the pavement..
Down down down to the pavement

I just might stop fuckin with politicians
That's the type of nigga be talking but never listen
Tell em get some rotation and curve, play ya position
They lower commission, raise the conviction, save us religion
I stay in the kitchen, whip with precision, cake is the mission
Display the vision, betray the tradition, grave or in prison
Pay me the difference in tuition, this the cure for lupus isn't it
Boy let's get you to a clinic, you was sick and wicked wicked
Lose the dribble keep the pivot, use the tools that you was given
Use the minutes you distribute, super driven, uber engine
Blue Benjamin, booming pumping, should've went to school for trucking, moving units of this music, stu be jumping, ooh I'm up and
View is stunning more so when u can see it pan out
I'm trying to make change without holding cans out
And if homie ain't vibing to it you know what ya man's bout
This for real niggas only, may the tears of God spill on me...
May applaud spill on me..
May ya broad feel lonely..
When she realize that you ain't Oren..DON..

What we making, what we making, what we making,
Tired of waiting, tired of patience, I inhale it,
That's the vapor, that's the fragrance, I ain't famous,
Not yet not yet, fuck a racist,
Aw yeah aw yeah, you the fake-ist,
Staying down down down to the pavement..
Down down down to the pavement