The Mission

Lyrics

Standing at the crossroads (Crossroads) At the end of the path where the flock go Feeling blessed by the gods if we're not gone In between the time the sun sets and the cock crows Trying to make the right moves getting cold feet Although we've been walking on hot coals 'Cause the clock shows no mercy for lost souls And your socks show potholes when you got goals Martin Luther King had a dream that did not grow He got popped by a demon, the clat goes Black folks still carry that yoke All carry that hope, that boat but the cracks show Whole generation of youths that could not grow Without asking the truth, where the pops go? While we're enslaved being gangsta we're in chains That hang at the torso in the wardrobe Life in the belly of the beast Striving to get a better eat Got to climb to the peak But the incline teller [?] speak When your mind's an enemy to defeat We've been programmed to be weak Brainwashed by the programmes on the radio jams And repeat the read scam is so beef Some of us gotta shot gram So we're getting those grams by the weak The man's got pockets but the line kinda deep And he can't reach Sometimes he might throw a little chump change at the school board But equality is a thing that you can't teach Ourself [?] while you're jetting to a palm beach Taking selfies a streak 'cause they can't eat That's the part of the system we can't beat Till we all come together as one piece [Chorus] Ha, this is us, this is [?] To live or to die for the mission Not sure if the journey is even working Trying to fly with a backpack full of baggage So I stay swerving, woah-oh-oh-oh, swerving Have to keep it moving so long as it's working, yeah Swerving, ah, ah, ah, ah, swerving Till I see the road falling off the garden, yeah Are been defined by our conscience? Are we destined to walk a certain path as the cross fits? In a world where the godless are not stressed And the what list leave the bladdies a hot mess How we gonna progress When my ethnicity's got me sitting on a watchlist? Honestly, honestly, I hear a lot less Except the false prophet profiteers of a lost script If it ain't progress it's nonsense If it ain't us, it's a lot less How you gonna be a voice for the youth When you misinterpret love for a sket in a dead dress? Cyberspace, we connect but we're not friends Productivity's up but to what end? I ain't trying to break up push[?] the wrong end So I try peace in these beefs[?] that's a godsend So I see the world different See the world burning, to me that's the system Well aware the shit could change in an instant But, see, the world turned it's back on its children (Serious) Ostracised but we never play the victim Look, we learn from the fringe, that's the difference Even learn about love from a distance But before love must come forgiveness So, I speak the unspeakable Think the unthinkable, Live the unlivable They said I was an outcast They said I was a cause for concern But I showed I'm invincible I ain't living in the cloud, both feet on the ground Unified, we stay indivisible If I'm judged by your balls[?] I'm a criminal Love transcend all hate in the physical [Chorus] Ha, this is us, this is [?] To live or to die for the mission Not sure if the journey is even working Trying to fly with a backpack full of baggage So I stay swerving, woah-oh-oh-oh, swerving Have to keep it moving so long as it's working, yeah Swerving, ah, ah, ah, ah, swerving Till I see the road falling off the garden, yeah So I stay swerving, woah-oh-oh-oh, swerving Have to keep it moving so long as it's working, yeah Swerving, ah, ah, ah, ah, swerving Till I see the road falling off the garden, yeah