Hate when friends turn to enemies
Hate when my pen is the remedy
Hate all the fakes over centuries

Hate music died in the 70’s
I could treat pain with some Hennessy
I could pave lanes with my legacy
I can make change no charity
That ain’t for debate no Pharisee
Games that they play aint fair to me
identities cloaked, you embarrass me

Not real then you ain’t on my pedigree 

Take me for granted, no levity

I’m prepared for that, i aint scared to strap
You aint had my back

Man my pack too raw to compare to wack
Want war then we’ll take your slack
Tuggin God like DAMN

How can an ego force ones hand
Testing the credo for which I stand
We were amigos in this wasteland
But thats shit gone bond sink in the quicksand
There’s a lifespan for those we trust
Learn that hard way working with busts
It won’t pan if its money you lust
All that fuss but you only wanna settle this dust?
You can get caught in the gun smoke
No time to play games this is cutthroat
You condescend me cause I’m young folk
But you ain’t figure out that this son woke
Ghostwrite for the scene thats a dumb joke
I could end your career all in one stroke
All the stones you throw yeah blow for blow

theres no toe to toe so where do we go?



Where do we go, now where do we go 3X
Where do we go from here?



No, I don't trust all the narratives 
The need to wake up is imperative 
All propagandas preparative
To keep you asleep like a sedative
Political garbage you sensitive
Expressions are mine they are genitive
Yet we have wars with ideas
Go to war with our fears til humanities desolate
These butterflies in birdcage
The bombs blew on the world stage
I Closed that book on the first page
Cause It's all a lie since first grade
Prepare for the third phase
In a triple seven-year know the end is near
Left-right hemisphere mind control
Extol in name of God and I'll never fold
Tired of livin in hell
Live with thoughts of how far we have fell
The dances are trances the musics a spell
To keep you distracted from lies that they tell 
Surprise and disguise what they sell
Infection festers and swells
manipulate all of our cells
We can not stand with our self
A prison of cards we were dealt
The fission just chars while it melts
Division is all that is felt
But you can not spar with my belt
Lyrically fit in the name of this truth
God's been forreal and boy here is the proof
In seconds we all could go, poof
And this what we leavin our youth
So where do we go when nothing prepared you for this
Y'all couldn't know, got no more answers so where do we go