I’ve been in the bank rolling in the loonies jack.
I’ve been in the bank, sipping cognac.
I’ve been in the bank, telling all the haters that they wack.
I swear imma give my granny a heart attack.
Sniffing so much crack I don’t remember where I’m at.
But as long my heart in tact.
Imma finna keep making them racks.
Holding up the bank, in a ski mask.
But imma never be in a slump dog.
Going from girl to girl like I’m playing leap frog.
I’m a beast yawl.
Not just in sheets dog.
It’s all good, because after all, everyone wants a taste of success dog.
Just relax and take a puff of fog.
I swear my spirit animal is a pug.
Because we both like to chew up the rug.
And you bet imma keep blowing up them streams like I’m dig dug.
Laughing to the bank, making mills bruh.
My girl looking hella fine with them stills on.
Don’t speak no English because I bought her off of amazon.
She from the amazon.
Looking amazon.
Sitting on my lap like I’m Santa uh!
You know that’s what sup!
Going to bank together rolling in them loonies jack
Going to the bank, sipping cognac.
Telling all the haters that they wack!
While We Avoid stepping on the sidewalk cracks.
As that would break our mommas back. And I don’t want that, which is why I only sniff the crack.

Just smile, just smile.
Smile your pain away, smile your pain away.
Just smile, just smile.
Like everything is ok.
When it’s not.

They tell me to smile,
When I’m broken,
They tell me to cheer up,
Without my pills for depression.

They say why the long face?
But aren’t willing to hear me when I say I’m not doing ok.
They say life is marathon.
But I never registered for no race.

It’s hard for me to explain.
It’s like every time I fake a smile.
I feel like crying because I know it’s a farce.
And I’ve tried hiding, but that pushes me closer to the end of my rope.
And I feel like jumping, because a part of me has lost hope.
And I know you don’t want to hear it.
At least until it’s to late to listen.
Which will make you wonder if you could’ve done more to stop it.

I tried for too long to push down these emotions.
Because society says having feelings isn’t very manly.
That I should be a tin man with no heart.
A scarecrow without brains.
And a lion with no courage to speak up.
And it’s not enough to just go home.
And believe everything is all good.
When it’s not.

If only we could talk,
If only we could have these conversations.
Maybe my mental health would start to become more stable.
If only we could talk,
If only we could be honest for once.
Maybe suicide wouldn’t be as a big of an issue today.
If only when we ask someone how they are doing.
We can reply that we are not doing ok.
And there won’t be judgement or fumbling to change the topic.
Because if we never address the problem, how can we ever expect it to go away.
If only we could love and encourage others who are struggling.
Then maybe people will start to see a light at the end of the tunnel again.

Just smile, just smile.
Smile your pain away, smile your pain away.
Just smile, just smile.
Like everything is ok.
When it’s not.

Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Verse: 1
Uh, check it!
Centripetal force coursing through the veins,
Mixed with henny, speeding through multiple lanes.
Rudimentary devil, spewing coarse language defying parental guidelines.
Villain of the century, swooning hearts whilst dismantling traditional racist designs.
Such craftiness, isn’t it wild?
That our worlds filled with such nastiness.
Bringing truth brought forth from past experience.
Yet people still look at me like some incompetent child!
But I’ll continue fighting,even if I end up like John Coffey from the Green Mile.
Plunging propaganda down the toilet,
Expunging paraphernalia that has left us exploited.
That’s why you shouldn’t underestimate an apple.
Classiness defiled, how vile, engulfing youth into the Bermuda Triangle.
Barracuda coming for ya,
In order to scramble the status quo.
A hero seen as a foe,
Misunderstood like Edgar Allen Poe.
A hero seen as a foe.
Misunderstood like the edge lord shadow.
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)
Verse:2
Chaos stems from abuse of power,
That will burn us like a fire power up flower.
But once that power is stripped away,
All your left with is scared little cowards.
So, why do we continue being submissive to these rat *******?
Why don’t we question their status of master?
That wasn’t achieved but ascribed to fit dominant factors.
Making slaves of those they deem as common denominators.
Thinking they are the Luke skywalker’s of the story,
But are actually the Darth Vader’s.
Thinking those oppressed will simply forgive them if they say sorry.
Well, sorry but come back when your ready to change policies.
Ready to change racist terminology.
Ready to tax the wealthy and give it to the rest of our struggling economy.
Ready to make the curriculum honest.
You want our trust.
We want laws and legislation to not be racist and biased!
Ultimately, we are calling for justice!
We should no longer be foes.
Don’t ya know?
It’s not to late to become a hero.
Don’t you know?
We are all just misunderstood like Edgar Allen Poe.
Don’t ya know?
We are all just misunderstood like the edge lord shadow.
Hook:
Hero’s and foe’s.
Assigned to roles.
Hero’s and foe’s.
Where Divide and conquer rules. (X2)

Don’t get too hasty,
Bout to enter East Hastings.
Feeling shaky.
With fear overwhelming me.
Worrying about my safety. (X2)
Uh, never thought I’d end up here,
Never thought I’d see a place that would bring me to tears.
That would bring me to my knees,
Yeah yeah yeah!
Bring me to my knees.
Thinking lord please,
Help these people, help these streets!
Lord please!
Help this make sense to me!
For I don’t understand what I’m seeing.
I can’t believe the extent of this poverty.
The extent of additions that have destroyed so many families.
The extent of people begging or sleeping on these streets.
Oh I can’t believe.
No, I can’t believe.
In a land where we are free.
Yet seeing people starving.
Starving for another fix.
Starving for a glimpse of hope,
Yet thinking this is as good as it probably gets.
Or that they should just call it quits.
For our government keeps giving them the slip,
And our society keeps calling for a blitz.
But a lot don’t notice,
Because the media has gotten really good at putting on the ritz.
Saying don’t get too hasty, don’t get too hasty.
After all the problem is that they are lazy, ******* lazy.
And trying to help those people some how makes us crazy.
So, then I guess ever social worker must be crazy?
Or it is more crazy, to oppress and shame a group of people?
Or treating them like property.
Blocking pathways to freedom,
Chaining them down,
And here I thought we had abolished slavery?
****.
Don’t get too hasty,
Bout to enter East Hastings.
Feeling empathy.
With sadness overwhelming me.
Worrying about their safety. (X2)

Yellowish blues, mixed with orange tinges too.
Bright morning, waking next to you.
Ooohhh!
Waking next to you!
Birds chirping, singing sweet melodies.
Rainbows curving, ending up shining on you.
Words can’t fully interpret how much you mean to me.
What is this glee?
What is happening to me?
It’s like every day is a new painting.
A new canvas displaying warmth.
Rising sun glistening, stretching over everything.
Trees reminiscing, creating paths through earth.
Green pastures, blanketing dirt.
The material of our death and birth.
A perfect cycle coming together.
Like sheets of music.
That expresses an appreciation of this treasure.
The treasure that is life.
The treasure of adventure.
A treasure so valuable it can’t be measured.
Ooohhh!
Enjoying this mood!
Enjoying this sunrise with you!
A sunrise filled with,
Yellowish blues, mixed with orange tinges too.
In this bright and vibrant morning, waking next to you.
Ooohhh!
Waking next to you!

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.