Economic Confessions

Majority of The water is damaged Around the planet Imperialistic bandits Going back to bloody Kansas Step on the dope Like basqiuat stepping on his canvas Atlanta is Atlantis Increasing chances Of wars over the water that pours From lakes and shores Mine and yours The mops need water to clean the floors Flushing the pores Alkaline water is sold in stores But in third world countries You'll catch Rashes and open sores It's contaminated Kids got bathed Water they played with Full of pesticides Back in the states the Feds raided Another dope spot Triple beam weighted How's it related? Because you can't water whip Without water it's just the basics A fork and a glass Hitting that water Hitting it fast I'm getting off the task But dawg you need water to wet the grass Nothing more vital Jesus walked on water in the Bible Religion only made us more tribal To the societal Issues at hand Waters demand on the human Wars on lands putting in plans Sanctions and bans My rich friends sit over the stands On top of the fans In the press box discussing the stocks Loopholes scams Back in the projects we cooking up rocks Discussing brands That was made in France Using designer just to enhance Our self esteem Yo peace king The shit we seen at seventeen Man half of my partners inside the bing Or back and forth like a swing Selling beans or some lean He grabbed that thing And aimed at his head Like oil sheen Before he let it spray Two black lives got took away Funeral homes and private prisons is making pay Off the self hate I self educate Like Malcolm in the state Prison adding words to his diction Was staying up late Using the light to see through the night Knowledge will save a life The most trife Came out of the darkness And found the most sight Carrying pistols The game turned me into Kerry kittles Dimes and nickels started off small Look how that money triples Sit a dirty glass Next to a clean one And it's exposed Never was a pilot But ya dawg rose off of that stove Back again like I never left It's the chef Flow is wet like a shot from Steph That barely hit the net Flow is water like the fiends cigarette Smoking on the step Of the project Where my partner had caught his first F First time felon Selling water him and little Melvin Got Jammed up in the Lex I heard the fiends telling The oil under the soil Will be gone in forty years They hit my dawg with the forty I wipe his shorty tears As the story nears The end like past glory years Old English gets poured out Malt liquor forty beers I killed this shit In the illest ever the true and living As a teen we sold out spots Like we was new edition Let it sing when I blew the smif-N At his kufi knitten Louis kickin Moncler coat to keep the tooly hidden Blow!