The Sweetest Place

I was just a boy with a dream
Now they got me fucked up
Now they got me fucked up
Plottin' in the room with my team
Like I gotta get my bucks up
I gotta get my bucks up

Why do you, why do you
Why do you, aye
Give us free speech then you take it away
Why do you, why do you
Why do you, oh
Tell us to come and then tell us to go
No compassion for dreams
No compassion for soul
No future for people
No passion, no hope
So broke and so lone
No drive and no goals
No shoes on your feet
And no shirt and no home
We're eight-billion people, but living alone
Your heart is so cold it could live in the snow
All of this hatred continues to grow
Why do you, why do you
Why do you, oh
Why are we living and fighting this war?
Against our own people, kick them out the door
Won't take this abuse, we won't take it no more
I need that solution, I need that revival
Carefully written, this not a freestyle
Eight year old childs are now suicidal
Millions of people that live in denial
Hide evidence, let it live in a file
Closing the chapter and closing the page
Secrets and lies are all that remain
Future and wisdom is all that was drained
Orange tupaes, is all it became
The grim reapers coming and he's calling my name
But, I talked to God, he said stay in your lane
Weed smoke exits out of Skull Island
And fuck HPD, they was profilin'
Known to be racist and prone to be violent
How could you take Petey? These hoes be wildin'
My families' Gambinos, and y'all are too Childish
I'll take a redbone, and I tell her be quiet
Those tiki torch white men are tryna start a riot
Like 2 Chainz in 2012 with Funk bombs and sirens
The worlds' ending soon, better move up out of Highlands
When North Korea strikes, we'll be veterans and pirates
9/11 flights while they're taping up the pilots
Take bodies up and pile it, while we're at it, where's the climate?
War is where we're headed and I know your families' crying
Just to know another soldiers' out there wounded, fuckin' dying
Fuck Fox News, and any politic
With all this lack of common sense
It's kind of hard to be a novelist that seeps into your consciousness
The rich are formed with rocks of rich
The poor are at the bottom pit
The middle's in a sour pinch
It's like we're under thumbs
There's no way getting out of it
But when the bell tolls, and we're stricken and we're powerless
By God's new empowerment, spending bills that are counterfeit
Like how did we allow this shit?
They tell ya, teacher, teacher, 'cause you gotta pass your calculus
But they don't teach you self defense
Or any way you could devour it
They want you on some coward shit
So when the Southern malice hits, you're stuck inside the power strip

I was just a boy with a dream
Now they got me fucked up
Now they got me fucked up
Plottin' in the room with my team
Like I gotta get my bucks up
I gotta get my bucks up
L.O.O.K. Crew 'til I die, the regime
It ain't nothin', fuck Trump
It ain't nothin', fuck Trump
I was just a boy with a dream
Now they got me fucked up
Now they got me fucked up