LOVEZ ME...? Lyrics

For every two cents I make you make a dollar, now that's power

Hours stacking like a tower, guala falling shower

Picking pedals from my flower, Yoshi lolling 'bout her

We blue collared no greens, while they cutting powder

Steal our fruit like they Bowser

Labor for commodity, that cream like clam chowder

Spoiled peaches make them sour

Pockets honeybun with no flour, Debby downer

It's cancer on the shelf of every corner store and grocery

The answer in the health of like a quarter of our ovaries

Looking at the sky we better pray and grip our rosaries

Cause they just want the wealth while we consumer-spending-nobodies

So who am I without nobody else

Pray my soul to keep cause when I die it's going straight to hell

Improving life like my name Fidel

Smile while I lie cause history absolving all my self

Freedom of expression, lead 'em conscious with discretion then its insurrection

His momma doesn't let him, but he keeps a weapon, Smith and Weston if they to test him

Freedom of expression, lead 'em conscious with discretion then its insurrection

His momma doesn't let him, but he keeps a weapon, Smith and Weston if they to test him