No Child Left Behind Lyrics

Promised land ain't promised

Ever since I was hooked on phonics

Feel like I move like I'm Sonic

Though I cannot catch a ring

Now that we blast off

Track is wrong

They changed the rules

Now we sing the song

About something on

Lets tap it and run

No answers can come

Unless payment too

I haven't felt this alone

Since I was 22

I haven't felt this alone

Since I was fake grown and confused

I thought if I grind

If I grind, I'd never lose

Turns out that we can never choose

When God comes to bring the snooze

Everyday I was blue

I lost other hues

Then I refused

I jumped off of the ship

And realized the ocean is too

A-B-C

Not 1, 2, 3

It's not easy to be you

A-B-C

Not 1, 2, 3

It doesn't matter if its true

In my country

God is money

If it don't make cents

That don't make sense

Please go repent

They don't pretend

In my country

God is money

If it don't make cents

That don't make sense

Please go repent

They don't pretend

How can we grow

How can we know

In every country

The rich stay comfy

Say they're coming

But we running

From who's been gunning

I'll bite the hand if its poison

I can't fight a man if his boys in

I can't lighten how I've been poising

If you let them in they'll be toying

I hate that fuck niggas got Toyin

I hate that the feds keep on toying

I hate that we keep on buying

That they care about children who's dying

Those poor kids were just there crying

Who was there, who was replying

It wasn't the 12 who was there eying

It feels like an alliance

Against all of our tryings

Why they keep piling

Why they keep adding the tests

Why they keep sending the texts

Why do they act like unrest is not the shit for the best

Why do y'all sit and collect all the things that they said

All the cap they put in our face

But not on our head

A-B-C

Not 1, 2, 3

It's not easy to be you

A-B-C

Not 1, 2, 3

It doesn't matter if its true

In my country

God is money

If it don't make cents

That don't make sense

Please go repent

They don't pretend

In my country

God is money

If it don't make cents

That don't make sense

Please go repent

They don't pretend

God