Sweat on the brow, full moon night howls.
Tread right down, but watch out for owls.
For You never know whose watching.
You never know who be snitching.
My girl gets on me, hooting and hollering.
Prying charlatans set off trying to make this my finale.
Some may cackle, but not me.
For I don’t see what’s so funny!
For only the lord knows if it’s my time honey.
I’m not in this game to have people love me.
I’m just a snot nosed demon, trained for a role that takes a toll.
But I gots foes breathing slowly, aiming and loading.
So, much for gun control.
Poker faces showing, villains and golems growling and prowling.
Brains being run on remote controls.
Fools whose souls might have honest and well intended goals.
But progress is hard when you’re already in a sinkhole.
With climate changing and rising, but when I speak up all people hear is Español.
Saying I should know my role and shut my mouth.
But you won’t shut me out!
Step too lightly, imma knock you out!
Give up? Is something I’m not about.
I’m not weak willed, because I never forget to drink my milk.
Ice cube said it best, because you gotta check yourself before you wreck yourself.
So if you front on me, boy that’s bad for your health!
This world is ours and we destroying it.
And don’t say you didn’t have a choice in it!
Because if you do, you bet imma call your *** out and claim *******!
What do you think? That your **** smells like roses?
What kind of dosage do you have to be on?
To not be aware of this crisis?
It’s not ******, and it’s not isis!
It’s all our faults that our environment is like this!
And it’s not the boogie man, and it’s not a Pegasus.
This is reality!
And Our world is truly dying!
And We are the virus.
But if we all stand together to fight this.
We just might have time to escape this.

Some people stylize they looks,
While other try to stylize over truth,
Journalism so biased to get yawl hooked.
File that under dramatized goofs.
You might think I’m aloof,
Saying come on man, wheres the proof.
Whilst the government spying on me from roofs.
Portraying my conspiracies as lunacy.
**** a minority is ok, as it’ll never be on the breaking news.
**** a white man, everyone paying attention which accumulates more views.
Disproportionate abuse, yet the top dogs always come up with excuses.
But after all the enemy came down to earth to confuse us.
Tattoos and taboos, everyone hopping on the bandwagon like they a ******* kangaroo.
Keeping issues about racism on snooze.
It doesn’t take zoboomafoo to see that our system is *******.
What ever happened to trying to look at life from another persons shoes?
How is it that some people don’t believe what ****** did to the Jews?
Whose to blame?
Is it our schools?
Is it our societies constant retreat to the status quo?
Is it the propaganda engrained within cartoons.
Like something from 1968 ****** tunes.
Who really knows.
Trojan horses looking all innocent yet are actually hiding foes.
And you might think ya sly, but really your racist views are as blatant as Rudolph’s nose.
You’d think in this day and age this **** wouldn’t fly.
But here we are, surviving off martyrs bones.
Putting holes in anyone who opposes the current mode.
Freedom is nice when you actually have the controls.
Instead of being probed by aliens in ufos.
I call the upper class aliens because I feel like they must not have souls.
Doing whatever they can to remain on their iron thrones.
Scanning and monitoring us with ******* drones.
The match has been lit, with a new enlightenment ready to explode.
For it just takes one to fall, to knock the others off their toes.
One after the other like dominos.
It’s time to shake up our reality like an etch a sketch.
It’s time to draw up a new system that will be a better and equitable match.
That will patch things up nicely, and hopefully create an impactful splash.
That will give opportunities for everyone to have a chance to climb up the branch.

Thick-muddy roads around some sick cruddy homes.
Drugs flowing in toe by toe.
Water’s running dry or poisoned,
Just waiting for the Vultures to show.
Institutionalized woes, seen in droves.
Internalized hatred making each other foe’s.
Systematic destruction killing everything we know.
But that’s the way it goes,
In the savage lands where people lose their very souls.
We in the savage lands, where things are running foul.
With some not realizing we never really got rid of the white cowl.
I don’t care what you have to say!
Things aren’t ok, ok, ok!
Don’t you see racism is still alive today?
Uh, education? What education?
After 100 years of attempted extermination.
Forcing their indoctrination, lock us up,
Incarceration.
Isolating us from the rest of the population,
What’s that called again?
Alienation!
With missing and murdered indigenous women.
Yet the police take so much longer in their investigations.
Confiscating children out they homes,
Calling it salvation.
It’s like a third world country out here man!
It’s like we living in Damnation!
But that’s just the way it goes,
This is the savage land, where people have lost their very souls.
We in the savage lands, where things are running foul.
With some not realizing we never got rid of the white cowl.
Yeah, so I don’t care what you have to say!
Things aren’t ok, ok, ok!
Don’t you see racism is still alive today?

Driven through a division,
Going in and out of dimensions,
Fighting off my demons.
Call that cross road decisions.
Dealing with typical Cross family addictions.
With my spirituality getting constantly tested.
For all I see is the devil,
Which makes me wonder,
If God is even interested?
Interested in whether or not I’m bested.
Bested by ingested toxic substances.
Guess I have to be careful where my choices are invested.
Because in an instance, I may never regain consciousness.
Maybe that’s why I was told not to take my life for granted.
But I’m struggling with once again being that “kid”,with unwavering faithfulness.
For when one becomes an adult,
It’s as if hopes been indicted.
With promises expedited into brokenness;
burning pure hearts with acid.
How drastic, that we are just facets for molasses.
Spilling over into the masses.
Parading smiles stapled and plastered on everyone’s faces.
But we got to look beyond the scenes,
Instead of being caught up in the schemes,
As things aren’t always what they seem!
Woven wool threading over eyes like a seamstress,
Pretending we are all good, Sike! Such lie’s, unless...
Perhaps we are all saps, pining over delusions instead of facts,
Packed with wax in ears, ignoring non-fiction for Knickknacks.
For we all get caught up in this spin cycle eventually.

I’m Drowning in the noise.
I’m Drowning in the noise.
Tried to drown out my pain,
With things.
But it couldn’t fill the void.
I’m just Drowning in this noise!
I’m Drowning in this noise!
Feels like I’ve been sinking.
Drowning in the ocean of my mind.
No time for me to start breathing.
For I’m stressing about what I could potentially find.
Find out whats behind all these walls,
That I’ve built up inside.
For so long.
Because I wanted to forget,
But there’s just things that I can’t hide.
So, what’s on my mind?
What’s on my heart?
That has put me in a bind.
From the start?
Let’s take a rewind.
Into what I’ve tried to keep dark.
Uh.
I’ve been struggling with my addictions.
Pop a pill just to feel satisfaction.
Drink my fill, numbing kills the depression.
Catch a feel, ****** thrills kills my imagination.
Brain is filled with nothing but wrong intentions.
One wrong move and imma either be in the grave or in an intervention.
One wrong move and imma either be in prison or get more than just a suspension.
I could be taught a million years,
And still won’t learn my lesson.
Lord knows I’ve been drowning in this deception.
But how am I supposed to heal,
When everyone else see’s me as an infection?
Can’t they see that I’m Drowning?
Drowning in this noise.
Drowning in this noise.
Tried to drown out my pain,
With things.
But it couldn’t fill the void.
I’m just Drowning in this noise!
I’m Drowning in this noise!
Feels like I’ve been sinking.
Drowning in the ocean of my mind.
No time for me to start breathing.
For I’m stressing about what I could potentially find.
Find out whats behind all these walls,
That I’ve built up inside.
For so long.
So, tell me what’s on my mind?
Tell me what’s on my heart?
As I’m drowning in this noise,
With my whole world falling apart!

Screaming internally this isn’t who I was born to be.
Seems interfering with predisposed notions, is against fundamental policies.
But this all Stems from rudimentary phobias, that try to confine me.
Shame I can’t dare to be something that truly defines me.
Same anger, same danger, same stranger, same hatters.
Pointing their fingers in terror, how is this even fair?
Divided and ensnared!
But everything’s apparently fine, but really our system remains in fear.
So, people forget how to feel empathetic or aren’t willing to change this toxic atmosphere!
Telling parents they best beware, for next thing they now we turn their kids queer.
That some top tier *******, not to mention also bogus but that’s just how the lgbtq community appears!
This ain’t hocus pocus, man we ain’t Houdini, but yet society still treats us like we Mussolini.
Even gordon Ramsey could tell ya that **** is *******, just like Kanye’s weird admiration for fish sticks!
Man this generation is a symphony of-nit wits, and we need to fix it.
And I know people still may be hesitant, however this issue will never become irrelevant.

Mowing down competition like I a Gatling gun, got des fools on deh run.
Do this **** for fun, and I'm big and I love puns.
Name sadly already taken, oh well My names good and Nonetheless I be grappling these hooks hoping I don't reel in the kraken.  
I be cracking yawl up all night,  so what if we slack off a bit it's ok for we need to relax some nights.
Long days with strong or weak power plays, and days were emotions run a muck and life doesn't conform to our ways.
Rattling the war drums, rebelling because we tired of eating measly crumbs.
Get out the Gatling gun for its open season, time to teach these ***** a lesson.
Realize recognition and watch out for false perception in your cognition.
For eyes can lie so be wary and skeptical and never take bribes.
Real recognize real, if I ever fake myself again I’ll probably take a cyanide pill.
If I ever conform I would probably chug some chloroform.
If I ever cheat on my girl for some other *****, instead of dealing with the aftermath I’d probably drink some bleach. Go on a milk run and try to avoid the Gatling gun.
What the ****, why the ****, who the ****, where the ****, how the ****.
Get out the equalizer and go klick klick bang, the ting go gaa gaa blang.
Hit them wit de gat, swing it like it were a bat.
Floor ya to the mat, be like de earth cause you’ll go flat.
What ya tink aboot dat, mess wit de hammer yawl go splat.
Uh for real, de gun I gotta conceal, so don’t get all hasty man ******* chill. Macaroni, alimony, melancholy kinda funny once ya know de story.
Rain drop stained mop, living in de hood like what up my glip glops.
Going spaced out like I’m in a space ship, took some lcd recently that’s what I call a space trip.
It’s just basic rocket science and don’t mind me if I’m not compliant your highness.
I’m the finest with bars riddled with finesse, it’s like a Gatling gun putting bullets to thee chest.
Hold up shut the **** up, pause while a chug some lean from a big red cup.
Not for the weak minded, got gats for poor sneaky blinded folk cause ya got to keep it 100.
What the fickle popsicle gotta giggle for I’m not just a rickle in time for not just anyone can turn themselves into a pickle. Riggety recked, got out the Gatling gun so best hit the deck.
When I plan to paint this town.
Because I don’t **** with clowns.