Lyrics

Everything is black now In the streets these people don't know how to act now Politicians just puppeteers in the background Messin with mental while I'm stuck up in this trap house That's what I'm looking through Try to resist it's impossible not to give into The system failed me, I guess I failed the system too Cause now I'm forced to sell dope cause I ain't got no creations dude Fucked right? Up nice Wondering what it's once like Fighting with them demons I got tucked tight Right behind my earlobe Gun under my pillow Cause I got all these dream that I'd either die or that I'd kill for Demons and angles Making me feel unstable I prey though, my sons will never have to slay that yay-yo Like they father did, put a couple whips up in their mumma's crib Then make a couple mill and blow the game up like apollo did Honestly, we did it to ourselves that ain't that hard to see Take a step back and you can see it with some clarity It's obvious these politicians complicate the populist And now I'm feeling haunted like I just brought home the oculus Compassions really just a myth, It's got us all confused The smallest sliver of light is all we got in view Compassions really just a myth, darkness got us all confused And now the smallest sliver of light is all we got in view Who turned out the light Whats left that is right Making the games so damn hard for us Just making the games so Who turned out the light Whats left that is right Making the games so damn hard for us Just making the games so Who turned out the light Whats left that is right Making the games so damn hard for us Who's making the games so Who turned out the light Whats left that is right Making the games so damn hard for us Who's making the games so
Writer(s): Jonathan Alcibiaes Santana, Rachel Smith, Mathew Bender Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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