Revolution - Spitty

Sitting in kindergarten till I got gunned down

Walking with my hoodie on till I got run down

Media new mercenaries giving out the runaround

In a house of pain land mines make you jump around

I can see the end through my Baldwin glasses

Still need money for a grave and a casket

Capital greed got us grazing and gasping

Pyramid schemes with a degree and a campus

All I see is ashes death by the masses

Still we keep it pushing that hope is everlasting

12 monkeys dancing one for every hour

For the power turn a coward to a hero Jack Bauer

How the flowers still grow in a city so cold?

Where the world’s greatest show is decided by a vote

Ha ha it’s all fear and facade

Prestige off your dreams then cease for applause

Get your lighters up high

This the revolution keep it moving till I die

Get your lighters up higher

Crime runs the city now the city’s on fire

Get your lighters up high

This the revolution keep it moving till I die

Get your lighters up higher

Crime runs the city now the city’s on fire

Man these boys look thirsty

Think they need some pani

I’m with brown boy Spitty

And a prince from Saudi

Better back up off me

Man this shit get crowded

We go stupid with it

Like we dropped out college

Boy I know you want the bands want to spill that coin

Flexing on your Instagram just to fill that void

Why you care about the likes while you unemployed?

Will sell your soul to devil just to cop Rolls Royce

Man you talking real loud better drop your voice

Man you ain’t a gang banger better stop that noise

Better put the gun down boy that ain’t no toy

Shit I’ma kill you fucking kids boy I been pro choice

Look I’m losing oxygen

I just want freedom

So that’s just a consequence

They just want money

And that’s just a problem then

Ain’t that shit funny?

How they just want compliments

I ain’t just anybody

And that’s what my mama said

That’s what my mama told me when I had no confidence

I wanted monetary and all the accomplishments

But she said that’s momentary unless you got common sense

But they on that common path and they think these commas last

It’s all about money and cash until they kiss karma’s ass

Why they think they working when I don’t see no farmer’s tan?

Why they say they run shit but who really in charge of them?

Our leaders ain’t talking sense

Ain’t no fucking promise land

They sit around and profit while they do a Madonna dance

But really they got no plans

Just stir up some drama damn

And that’s how politicians run the world in pajama pants

I’m ducking the MAGA hats saying fuck all the autocrats

They take us for a spin rinsing cash like a laundromat

Not saying I got the plan or even a solid chance

But put that shit in writing it’s all a joke, Comic Sans

Get your lighters up high

This the revolution keep it moving till I die

Get your lighters up higher

Crime runs the city now the city’s on fire

Get your lighters up high

This the revolution keep it moving till I die

Get your lighters up higher

Crime runs the city now the city’s on fire