WEIGHTED SHOES

[Verse 1: Perry Maysun]
Once you touch rock bottom
Dance up on that floor
Never take blame for nothing
Play it like a sport
[?] in these gym shorts approach
Right towards the porch
[?] enough to get my plug
Twenty bucks to cop four
They stop us, had my face sloppy
On that [?]
[?] fucking subplots
Tunnel vision, cyclops
Kill the government
Old geezers with they Psy Ops
Time don't tick if you hide clocks, it pass by
Been tripping back into old ways
A poor taste, the floor stays right where you pray
The bloody ceilings gone, morals are being lost
Sick of being life's cunt, dick inside of orifices
Rather touch hundreds than [?] touch the Forbes list
Pour kerosene on our brains, ingnite and scorch them
Now I'm on my fourth bend
Fifth grade burnout
World feeding kids pills to focus, how that [?]
Crippling [?] down

[Hook: Perry Maysun]
You can't blame no one else but you
Is it too much to face that I might be fucked up
On behalf of me that's not true
I just got here twenty-two years ago
And everyone all happy walking 'round with weighted shoes
The way this world's built is the system squeezes you down
And what comes out is what they use as the glue

[Verse 2: Perry Maysun]
I bought a shotgun in twelve minutes
That's the problem, I'm mentally ill but bullets still
Spittin' if he want 'em to, that's why the U.S. massacred
They want some children dead, they never resurect like Nazareth
Parents shed tears, then we back to the programming
Aren't y'all sick of the programming?
All the food cancerous, chemicals and forest fires consuming the atmosphere
Politicians voting on our futures as it disappears
Cease fires bare minimum, every life is precious, need to treat people as equal
'Cause the only reason we speakin' and not dead
Is luck
There's people out there on this planet seeing bombs before the sun

[Hook: Perry Maysun]
You can't blame no one else but you
Is it too much to face that I might be fucked up
On behalf of me that's not true
I just got here twenty-two years ago
And everyone all happy walking 'round with weighted shoes
The way this world's built is the system squeezes you down
And what comes out is what they use as the glue

[Verse 3: Isaiah Poet]
I was born a year before 9/11 and still think George Bush did it
I'm from the area where Halloween candies had crack rocks in 'em
I'm boutta live long enough to see the hero turn the villain
Smoke an ounce of cut, now I got fenty' in my system
I think that I got the whole block addicted
Crooked cops running all the drugs into the prisons
Can our children get high and find religion
Let's make it forty acres in a million motherfucker
They pack us in boats and put us in boxes, let's be honest
And now they act like the projects are someone's passion project
Kill all the margins [?] the apartments
Enjoyin' the profit, fruits of my labor gon' freshen they markets
Got the youngest spinnin' blocks like they perpetually carsick
Fill the city up with rocks, now we perpetually targets
The self image that we garnish left eventually tarnished
Wore clothes from my fathers closet, now bullet holes in they garnments nigga

[Pre-Outro: Isaiah Poet]
When the empire falls there'll be no one left to breathe for us all
When the empire falls there'll be no one left to breathe for us all
When the empire falls there'll be no one left to breathe for us all
When the empire falls there'll be no one left to breathe for us all

[Outro: [?]]
Ah, Alleluia ma'am. Thank you, pray to God
Because that ain't easy
My mother had it twice, my [?] had it twice, okay?
[?] go ahead [?]
[?]
Take care
All right, God bless you ma'am. What's your name?