3 A.M.

The ocarina of time I'm smoking weed so I'm fine But I can barely unwind From all the mass genocide I turn the TV on, why So I can be with the times But it's just multiplication Of hatred murder and crime Another shooting today It's just the usual play I mean it's fucking insane Mass killings every day Children are living afraid Can't go to school without fear In countries all over the world Oh shit you thought I meant here We pretty privileged in fact Unless you brown or you black Then police beat you for nothing And shoot you right in the back What kind of world are we in What kind of mind state you got Are you just out for yourself I swear to god that I'm not I'm here to add to the pot I'm here to help with the cooking And then distribute the meals I'm hear you speak with conviction Until it gives you the chills I'm here to make people feel And help them deal with their demons Not cash, not fame, not even Not Cash, not fame, not even Not Cash, not fame, not even Not Cash, not fame, not even Half the damn world got Stockholm syndrome They either in a cult, that they call religion Or they a victim to their own narcissism Supporting magicians who Chopping them into segments It's all an illusion right? Slight of hand to confuse the mind They do the crime, you do the time Then you praise them for their hubris and lies And say that they're truly divine Stop sign with a clock It's just a sign of the times Cross walk with a stop watch They got you in a box locked Like freeze tag during hop scotch It's top notch propaganda Dripping out the boss It's Dripping out the boss It's pretty pathetic The shittiest rhetoric It's gets in your head quick Then it's coming out ya mouth like a dentist Couldn't detect the scent, in a sense Because you only care about cents The message was sent bitch I meant what I said, 100 percent I'm faithful like an elephant gets Plus I'm a hell of a gent Y'all some malevolent devils It's evident in the intent Plus you only present When you presented with presents I'm feeling spent, I'm feeling spent From all the hypocrisy What a dichotomy A diagraM of diabolical schemes A diatribe dividing tribes like Deuteronomy The Illuminati is on to me But my phonetics relentless dialect of contention Directly into dissension