Fuck the system, it ain't freedom
We need change
How's it freedom if we live inside a grave?
Fuck the system, it ain't freedom
We need change
How's it freedom if we live inside a grave?
What's the point of land of the free when everyone goes home in body bags?
Rich politicians promising visions that don't ever last
Growing up as a kid, wishing just for 1% of that
Cause my fam was fucking broke
Moving state to state like twice a year, I prayed for it to slow
Seen my dad be put in handcuffs for protecting his own
Only time I put my hands up, middle finger is shown
Fuck the whole world and the system that damn near left me comatose
I've been running circles all my life, like a carousel, my favorite ride
Switching my mentality since YtwoK, '99
If I had a minute to breathe, I might hop off the ride
I finish and start the next project at the same time
Cause money running everything
And if I'm not constantly working, I can't live
Put that on everything
But if I keep working like this, I'll never live, go back to 84
Throw two parties, but they don't care anymore, look
Okay, I'm on the right path
Avoiding a bloodbath
On my side, we see brighter skies, cause I had ego death
I've been paranoid about their wrath
I been doing mental math
If I survive 2025, my odds can be they best
Although I'm living in the shadows, I still strike fear like I'm Batman
I got friends everywhere, let my first name Cassian
Called up Lui, told him we might have a fucking problem
A week later, dumbed it down, only way to solve 'em
I called my mama and my father in between and told them get him safe
I saw them overseas"don't end up late"
I know the protocols, don't tell me what's protecting
A blindfolded judge, beating victims in their nesting
We've seen the fall of Rome before, just not modern day
This ain't Ridley Scott, we go for Michael Bay
And if you know, you know I'm talking all my shit
You don't, you don't, just means you ain't on my list
I need a way to numb myself, too restless
Everybody losing all their senses
Us a pack of wolves and they starved us
Oh no, oh God, oh Lord, I tried
Pack the streets, fuck the fame, hit the floor
God blessed us, Imma get it on my own
Pack the streets, fuck the fame, hit the floor
God blessed us, Imma get it on my own
Tryna make a life from residuals
Makes me nothing but miserable
Either doing too much, or barely doing the minimal
Feel like this shit's unwinnable
Losing family and friends and there is nothing that I can even really fucking do
Like what's the point of all this money when you're dead?
What's the point when Uncle Sam comes knocking for his check?
What's the point when everything you do leaves you with more stress?
I feel so dead, I want out of this mess
I'm just one episode away from this whole show being cancelled
And with the life that I'm living, how can I set an example?
I just keep fucking up, I've been so fucking done
Shit, by the time I get my flowers, my daisies be pushing up
I need a way to numb myself, too restless
Everybody losing all their senses
Us a pack of wolves and they starved us
Oh no, oh God, oh Lord, I tried
Pack the streets, fuck the fame, hit the floor
God blessed us, Imma get it on my own
Pack the streets, fuck the fame, hit the floor
God blessed us, Imma get it on my own