Sixpence

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Just gotta let off a little steam You know, man? [Verse] Swear I would be the last one expected to say this But the world surrounding me got me fed up, I hate it People say they follow Jesus but honestly racist Tryna analyze it all but it's honestly jaded Forget it, erase the fact I even said it All for a down full tank on '87 Learned to drive alone, there ain't a time that I regret it Drank a hundred proof and close my eyes until it set in Watch the world flip And the craziest part of it, I'm not afraid of it Good or bad, take a picture, start framing it I got a call from my broker sayin' it sell I told him let it burn 'cause it's all going to hell No, the money can do well but the money don't own my wealth When I put the bottle down I can finally see the real On a day to day level, ain't '35 in the reel Going 95, down to '5 loaded with the steel, yeah I hear 'em say it's just principle, it's really subliminal Coded in white sheets and rituals The word to use here is cyclical The cover is pitiful We changing it now, I don't wanna just rhyme I wanna make a difference No more speaking in code, addressing it specific See, the world getting cold, the problem is division I always hated the math, I tend to love inscription Doc's came through writing up a new prescription Said a 'rona here, everybody need injections The infections rarely came and it's invented If you never hear from me again, check the message S.C.T.A.G.L.L.I.B, no third eye, 20/20 what I see Ain't gon' lie whether dead or lively I'ma speak mind, soul box on the high key, uh And what's wrong with a skin tone? Peel it back, same blood, vein, meat, bones All came from the same seed Eve broke And you ain't better than nobody, we a equal It ain't true, we rated by the shade Hunted by the police, straight from a way's Levels to this hell, to you it's another day We cross another line, who gon' have to die today? Huh, yeah I see the devil playing left, right I have to speak truth even if it costs life Can't let a good crisis go to waste, right? Search Lord, high high, that's a sound bite, yeah