Escape

You feel that
That's the sound of the kids
With no f**ks to give
With no luck for shit because they didn't grow up as rich
That's the sound that's the sound
That's the sound of niggas locked in the pen
Doing a bid with more time then they should give
That's the sound of an oppressed nation
Tired of chasing villains that don't got no faces
That's the sound of a nation that got no patience before proclamations
Warlocks in churches in sacred location
The sheriff's a clansman the judge is a mason
Not to be biased a knock what your faith is
But how do I trust my own country and state
That is more loyal to satan then they are occupation
The system is rigged if I vote will I change it
Greed with consumers with no moderation
Blame for a beast I am not sure I created
I'm not sure I'm created like I'm inside a game I am not sure
That I am playing
It's a whole operation
Whether it's real or whether they staged it
Shit get so tense when I go out to places
If I f**k around and sneeze in the air I can break it
And people feel so violated you feel what I'm feeling before
I can say it
Before I can step in the studio to lay it
I know what my role is I know I ain't basic
But I guess the truth must hurt I guess that's why they are butt hurt
All the secrets that I unearthed no stone left unturned
To learn to fly you have to jump first
I touched the sky that's why I'm sunburned
I change a life in only one verse
Welcome to the 7 th pinnacle
Somewhere between the metaphysical and hella spiritual
I've seen hell and hell is digital as well as visual
Hell is how they did the aboriginals
Hell is when the innocent get murdered and they don't arrest the criminal
Oh my oh my oh my god
Oh my god take the steering wheel
For I have done something I didn't intend to do no interviews
Pacing in my living room
B o b what has gotten into you
You wil'n dude you like you are invincible
People asking me geese why you still living dude
Shit I wonder why I'm living too
Why I'm living too
Why I'm living too
Why I'm living too
Say whats wrong with me shit whats wrong with you
Cuz' me I'm feeling good
Me I'm in my zone I look up in the sky
And I know this can't be home and I know I ain't alone
They try to take your homie
They trying to sway the weak and they try to break the strong huh
But I'm not a quitter
God's child not god's dinner
On god I'm godzilla
Try to plot I'll make the plot thicker huh
See the middle class got a lot slimmer
And the upper class got a lot richer
They want a revolt
They want you to riot
They want you to try it
They want to provoke us to keep us divided
But the people are no longer quite
They say b o b they are going to take you out
If you keep rhyming this way
Huh I say f**k it we all going to die anyways