Escape

You feel that?
That’s the sound of the kids…
With no ***** 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 don’t got no patience for 4 proclamations
Warlocks in churches in sacred locations, the sheriff’s a clansman and the judge is a mason
Not to be biased and not what your faith is
But how do I trust my own country and state thats more loyal to Satan than their own occupation?
The system is rigged if I vote will I change it?
Greed will consume us with no moderation
Blamed 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
**** get so tense when I go out to places if I **** around and sneeze in the air I could 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 butt-hurt
All the secrets that I unearthed, no stone left unturned
To learn to fly you got to jump first
I touched the sky that’s why I’m sunburned
I change a life in only one verse
Welcome to the 7th pinnacle
Somewhere between the metaphysical, the 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 god, oh my god take the steering wheel before I do something' mad I ain’t intend to do! No interviews!
Pacing in my living room!
B.o.B. what has gotten into you?
You wil'n you [censored] **** like you invincible!
People asking me geese why are you still living dude?
**** I wonder why I’m living too!
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Why I’m living too
Why I’m living too
Say what’s wrong with me?
**** what’s wrong with you?
Cuz' me I’m feeling good
Me I’m in my zone
I look up in the sky
I know this can’t be home
And I know I ain’t alone
They try to take your home
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 quiet
They say B.o.B. they are going to take you out if you keep rhyming this way!
Huh, I say **** it we all going to die anyways