Conscious Choir

Huh, yall bitches arrogant

Living life a Benz or a Bently we in an era when

Money equals happiness and fuck all of the poor

For sure, its getting worse push em out the suicide doors

Of your car, and if they make it home, they getting robbed

While listening to your music glorifying the wrong

Its just song, but subconscious caused it all to prolong

With the shit that all you ramble bout is the guns you've withdrawn

From society its maddening the tips that you on

You're not strong, talking all the shit that you grew along

Side, but you accelerate cause your foot is on

The pedal of poverty by being dicks in your song

 

A Poe's Man Dreams, it seems that we're living for fiends

I doubt that Edgar Allen would've took the shield from the beast

The pen is stronger than the sword but I ran out of ink

So I'm dying, just light a fire, put it out in the sink

With the tears that momma's crying off her eyes as she blink

Fuck a heart attack, now my mother can't even think

Disability the trilogy of real death from above

But fuck it, guess I gotta go from push to a shove

Fucking failure on the minds of the people we intertwine

Divided by our colors with clashes that undermine

The authority and violate the peace of every right

With the people and our freedom in the night

Interject how I reflect, I'm writing on different days

No pay, but I hope the Lord working his miracle ways

For me to breathe because I'm choking on this pitiful haze

For what, an opportunity join in the craze Lord knows

 

Well no more, because I'm not working with limited space

Send a message to this bitch and morph her, polymerase

Fucked up so bad, my D N A can't seem to trace

So i'm dying as I'm trynna chase the biblical faith

I feel like a cloud in the sky as all I do is float around

Or like pack of gum y'all can chew me up and spit me out

Leave me on a bench where I get frozen down and fucking drown

Or tossed into the trash which I identify as my hometown

But yet I triumphed for my brothers and all of those who fell

And I'm still fighting off my mental state of which I must rebel

I guess the impact of this shit I live is astronomical

And its a supernova when the bullets flew out your barrel

I'm tired of being seen only when ima make some dollar signs

Politicians politicking violating all these crimes

Little Timmy died after living out in Columbine

And Brenda's tossing babies out while tears are falling off her eyes