Weight (feat. Snowflake Black)

It's like the slaves of a million people are in our hands Chains are braided within our skin cause we're stealing brands Labels resurrected in urban places just to stand Upon the shoulders of man - Atlas without a plan Tasteless yet deep with ink - written in struggles Hustling, labor favors resented pictures of contraband Contrary to popular tales of Wonderland I ain't seen the chalice or Alice, the Holy Grail's a sham Is it the fault of ourselves, like in a gerbil wheel? Verbiage and verses make it spin and still we're standing still And will it kill us -- the blacks, the whites, Koreans, Latinos Whoever can rep the best where the hood runs through? To my demise - a miser who never changes his views Proven that volumes of the truth are catalogued as fiction Caused when they say the "fact will give it back to those who listen Wishing my relevance bettered the better men to be the better man Who never step on Weather-Men who praise the Grand Talking away our obligations just for satiation Placing complacency above what was the height and aim In Our sole reservations- --stuffed 'em and had 'em twisted Fist 'em and fuck 'em - ditched 'em. Never sever the quill Shit - it's my business Never lay in waste to make them shiftless positions Keeping it crucial, sifting heavy, losing trust I need to get it down how to stay up Native son Yeah, Richard was right Get ya' face left tight Place From where pockets tight with the paper ain't safe right? Premeditated changes the status of a case The onion could mean the ready base Or the the curve of her ass shape Straight lace like fish-scale after razorblades With the majority hoping God will save from fairy tales in a dead man's grave And it's Orson Welles - citizen Kane Fiends Philistines at the gate With Popes still burnin' witches at the stake And that's Sixtus when its Moscow time the arms Invictus Beyond the limits of Lucius trust Mad political they Polly for the interest And still my eyes remain against Sunrise and Mediterranean sunset Holding Me Down... Holding Me Down... And then it's sunrise And the light kisses ya face You know how it makes You Dig under the covers and grab the pillow case And point and pace, won't wait And last night date ain't left smell of sex and after taste Aches for an afterlife like fiends find escape after pipe Sky high in mid air Prepared for the fall At civilization's dawn No hocus pocus and magic wands Just "NATO" squadrons They Dazzle skylines With drones And napalm son