My Friends

My friends are all depressed My friends are locked inside They’re thinking darker thoughts They’ve had some loved ones die The storm is raging now The waters’ “buildings-high” What will it look like when we’re on the other side? What’s on the other side? My friends are warring now My friends are black and white They don’t act rational They’re lacking compromise If colors separate Further than meets the eye What will it look like when we’re on the other side? What’s on the other side? Got that hustle, need the flow Got the motive, need the dough I’m a winner, not a quitter but I got nowhere to go Gotta dash for the cash Prayin' “This Too Shall Pass” But my city ain’t too pretty Burned out buildings, broken glass Woahooh, what’s on the other side? Ooohooh, what’s on the other side? Guns in the capital, what’s on the other side…