U.S. Blues

I'm just sitting back And I keep my cool Mind of my own Ain't no fucking rules I do this shit alone I got a lot to lose With even more to gain And even more to prove But don't ignore the moves Cause I got the juice This shit hella cold Like the morning news Things are really sad Time to hit the snooze Now we sleeping on it Call it U.S. Blues Crime and violence Running through the street Tired of hearing shots Ringing out through my beats Time to chillax And grab a fucking seat Cause things is outta hand We don't want the end to meet Yo it's all fun and games Till you end up gone Think about ya life Waiting for you back at home Say you in the zone But you really just a pawn Go ahead and try to Make a move of your own Yea things ain't really right Can't be good when The price is ya life Ride the truth out Just like it was a bike Take my advice Before I go and drop the mic (Yea check it) Don't fear being too bold Sit back and watch How your story unfolds But problems ain't fixed When there never even told So don't let it bottle up The shit will get old (Real shit bro) Crime and violence Running through the street Tired of hearing shots Ringing out through my beats Time to chillax And grab a fucking seat Cause things is outta hand We don't want the end to meet Yo it's all fun and games Till you end up gone Think about ya life Waiting for you back at home Say you in the zone But you really just a pawn Go ahead and try to Make a move of your own The U.S. ice cold Found that shit out When I saw it as a whole Time to start to realize They some fucking trolls Don't care about us people They just want the fucking rolls (F*ck you mean boy) The system is corrupt Taxing up the ass Just to make some extra bucks Time to play ya cards While ya hoping for some luck With me or you're not But I don't really give a f*ck (That's me though) Heading up the road Yea I gotta go Ain't no time for trouble That's a hella no I got a way with words Edgar Allen Poe Here just take a seat Sit back watch the show Things are getting started Oh I beg your pardon See a flash of red But it's not harden With these hard times Comes a new garden Full of life and wisdom It's ya life your bargain Yea I'm bout to hit it Yea we know you did it Life ain't ours to take So just stop and quit it Look at what's at stake Before you going with it Learn from your mistakes Don't become a digit You a silly dude Would of thought you know Should of stopped sooner And fucking took the clues Now your ass stuck Like some super glue That's some sad shit Call it U.S. Blues Crime and violence Running through the street Tired of hearing shots Ringing out through my beats Time to chillax And grab a fucking seat Cause things is outta hand We don't want the end to meet Yo it's all fun and games Till you end up gone Think about ya life Waiting for you back at home Say you in the zone But you really just a pawn Go ahead and try to Make a move of your own (You can't)