Who am I to judge, I pour salt on to the wound and to all the slugs, I push and shove
I'd like to see some proceeds of the seeds I planted,
for letter of irrelevance before I leave the planet
I'd like to not leave too early, I'd like to have some children, instill good morals and
valuable lessons in them
I'd like to buy a house, I'd like to see everything manifest that comes out my mouth
I'd like to see my people free and get the demons out, chips on our shoulder ain't no
cheetos that I'm talking about,
Can we just talk it out?
If you ain't uplifting what are we talking about? If you ain't with it you can walk it out
Fuck is you talking bout

Sold souls in Lybia just for a few hundred,
I wanna collect some guns, just a few dozen
And just start head hunting, for all the evil in the world and just start head busting
So many unanswered questions it got my head wondering, too many material things, it
got my head lusting,
I wanna stand for something
I wanna do it for the kids who got kicked out of class, beating on tables with the pens,
ain't have no drum pads,
I wanna do it for the kids who never really banged, but still from the hood and would
still like to see some change,
I wanna do it for the black woman, cause I see God when I look upon them