The Eyes of the Poor

head rocking soul shocking the beat gon hit ya

stack stocking bitch flocking cause our skulls are thicka

brain blocking slice topping i need it quicka

when my heads gone from glass my rhymes are sicka

pause cause you gotta let the verse just breathe

must educate the youth not to walk the street

cause block and glocks teach them nothing but how to grieve

just smoke some weed and put the sword back in the sheath

its our agenda just believe and say fuck the elites

millennia age poverty the people's disease

deceive greed bleed and plead so that people can feed

it might sound cliche all these word i say

but its a problem that we must solve today

the poor sit starving dying outside of cafes

while the rich sit eating cake off golden trays

head in dismay cant see why they think its okay

why is it only me that can see the poor decay

are they fucking blind its driving me insane

be humane and stop popping champagne

happiness is something we all can obtain