Safe
• Written by KomodoChiya
Used to go out whenever we could, Owned the ground wherever we
stood. Thoughts of chances like Hollywood, But now you can
understand that you ain't good, Hiding in the shell from your own
neighborhood. Think about it? Yeah we should.
America's got a miss-injection, Pretty sure it's the presidentin'
But it'll spread over to Canada like an infection
UK outta' UK like like a re progressin'
I just can't understand, What kinda' woman or man it would take to land.
Then bury civilization deep in' the sand, What's goin' on. It feels like life
is another word for con. Sometimes I feel like livestock, Money this.
Money that, Can't do crap. Where ever I've walked, The hell man.
Do we strive to be watched? I don't believe so, But if you think about it.
the thought always leaves though, Go to a shop, Nothin' thought
"Your gonna' need dough" don't proceed down this dangerous steed and
heed because you may succeed. But your insurance isn't guaranteed
unless it's literally fuckin' cash you bleed. I live in a good place, With
an embrace, But around me it feels like the world just ain't in place.
"If you have, Ten million dollars you can inhabit space" so what happens
to the rest of us, Just stay in pace? Until we blow up and go outta' place.
Mate, That ain't fuckin' grace. Tree's gettin' chopped down, Black people?
Yeah now, They're just gettin' copped, Pounds. Be blind to the world
around you, Keep mind that anyone that wants your information has
already found you. Just ain't safe.
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KomodoChiya
Member since April 14 2016