Build a wall, burn a bridge
Give a fuck, kill em all its the murder biz
Its earning big, body bags come in hers & his
They turn the kids walkin dead before they learn to live
The rich get rich the po' get po'er
And niggas still waitin for they messiahs to show up
So a false prophet talk profits & they go up
Be off topic, lost logic just wanna blow up so much
That we done turned the hood into a powder keg
And u can die out here at least a thousand ways
That's why I'm thankful I made it through all them wilder days
But kinda still feel like I'm navigating the outer maze
Proud to say I ain't hit a wall yet
But hard pressed at makin any tangible progress
Which is understandable this whole planet a hot mess
Plus, they tell me its just part of the process
Tenacity for the rhapsody
Strategy for the anarchy & the tragedy
Apathy towards the fantasy & the fallacy
And mastery in this craft of capturing majesty
Thats checkmate, a fresh take on a kings landing
My theory growth, my art felt like my team branding
Abandon everything u believe in we dream channeling
Challenging what they claim is reality, descrambling
The matrix & the make up of the made up & the fakeness
In the wake of we shake em until they wake up from the stasis
Directed fear, election year politics
Global warming & warnings of the apocalypse
A huge oculus staring out into innerspace
At Kno blues & soul food on a dinner plate
They demonstrating outside justice for Freddie Grey
But you'll probably choose to ignore em like u do everyday
So life goes on & right goes wrong
And they tell me to write mo songs that's like most songs
But the hype I'm on, is all power to the people
Muthafucka