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Now I can sit behind this mic and say go vote

Away the power by lead shower some of y'all think y'all tote

Cuz your bag is empty cuz your mad and envy those who look like they got more

Which could range from higher wealth to classes low

All they know is that they worked for they got or credit that to they folk

But the only thing you see, is that they have something you want

Or they have something you don't whether you rich or you poor

But I ain't never seen someone with money scared to up they score

But that's not the only thing I came to talk about

That's monetary rich to wealth it's just a small amount

Because there's happiness and dreams and there's families and teams

There's many things some souls can't even hit they teens before carving out

Just cause you want it bad don't mean others can't want it now

Too many kids we losing to quitters on shit when they barely thought it out

Cuz one door closed and another opened but fear that alt'ed route

Then barricade that one cuz if they can't then no one walking out

Heads still heavy, diplomas still shredding

One person short at the wedding, news reporters still breaking message

Can't even say we living through this Armageddon

When that house in DC icy white despite all the blood shedding

It's honestly pathetic

Countries we see as smaller powers with bigger pushes for better methods

And I ain't talking politics or picking sides

I'm tryna figure out if y'all see the same shit in front of my eyes

Sometimes I question myself how I'm even still alive

Why I deserve to live enough years to even ask the why

Yes I'm strong behind faith but so are many more to rest they lay

From waiting for recess to play to pick up at the end of day

Thankful nobody got either first when they kneel down and pray

More uncertainty with simple questions like "are we okay?"

It's so much I can say while sitting speechless, but who am I to preach this

Just another man using a blessing as a beacon

But I am not the savior or the reverend or the deacon

I'm just as lost as y'all but one of few that recognizes pride as weakness

Where's a beacon air is thick and reeking

Life feels more temporary b in being in this free country

Only thing free I'm seeing is free bullets in brothers

Try'n find a home aside the homicide seems like su- to a number

White bread without us ain't nothing no butter stale and still crusty

We the ones that was stolen to make sure y'all shit ain't musty

We the ones like TVs in the fifties that gave life a color presence treated like cluster

Your weapons the brooms and dusters

Who reppin' the house of busters that's ghosting powers of reason

Bet the feds could reach my door quicker convicting this verse as treason

When victims running and screaming still braver than local precincts

Bullet proof vests and badges second-line to tanks and white tees

See I ain't only sit here tryna tell y'all to go vote

I'm tryna see how much more blood will shed fore I buy me a boat

Mr. Duffle Bag check the roll call