Whole Lotta Trouble (feat. Chris Cutless)

There's a whole lotta trouble Lotta trouble going on There's a whole lotta people Lotta people going down Body bags are coming home Little children all alone. We are mired in dissent, but we settle for consent. Consent Now there's a whole lotta hustlers A lotta hustlin' going on There's a whole lotta writing Lotta writing on the wall The blind leading the blind A lotta trouble on my mind We are mired in dissent, but we settle for consent. Consent They're gonna go, go, go, to the front of the line They tell you so, so, and so, they left their troubles behind The home front is everywhere A lotta homes in disrepair We are mired in dissent, but we settle for consent. Consent Yeah Oh damn lil' baby it's trouble It's despair in the air I can smell it I don't know what these people been sayin' But they gone do whatever to sell it Keeping my cool in the catacombs But they trynna get me on hunnid My head they trynna to hunt it I'm dodging trouble while blunted They stuffin' kids in a shuttle But they trynna keep it in the shadows Broddie hang and dangle in the gallows The world through my eyes is too shallow I'm on point like a bow and an arrow In the middle of trouble like bone marrow Like a scarecrow stuck in the field Running through mazes like runnin' unreal They killing my people, this shit is unreal I ain't consenting to nothing I feel There's a whole lotta trouble Those who claim they know it all Waving their flags and shouting Babylon is gonna fall The drones are hitting home Mortar made of blood and bones We are mired in dissent, but we settle for consent. Consent Stuffing my homies in white body bags We ain't finna rest, we ain't waving no flags I'm putting my heart on my chest like a badge It's terror whenever they realize Can't believe what they doin' it's all lies Nothing is safe when it's through my eyes Babylon is about to be gone Police and army they on call I'm gonna dissent, not gonna consent These Niggas ain't gonna stall