Letras
The industry just a masquerade
Where bodies that fade and hide for days
From skeleton suits and
Tall hats and leather canes
The Greek gods and clouds
Painting along the frames
With marble floors
Chandeliers sharper than blades
A hundred candles in flames
In rooms built like a maze
The Man in the mirror
Wanna change but in daze
From sipping that brown wine
Broken bread moldy for days
With DJ Kool Herc
Bring life back in the game
The Mind Of The Noise
In the building breaking the waves
I'm Jason D. Harris from the Louie
You gotta show me, let the record play
All they feelin is 808s in a rush
Mentally trapped by the media screaming wait
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at
Where you at now
There you go, there you go
There you go, there you go
There you go, there you go
There you go now
Let's hit the floo, hit the floo
Hit the floo, hit the floo
Hit the floo, hit the floo
Let's hit the floo now
Hit the doo, hit the doo
Hit the doo now
If you wanna go now
Just let me know
Now put all the L's up
For my city, the Louie that know how da stand up
All my ladies with mad love
Working nine to five independent and saving up
Representing the Midwest
The Rome of the west, you tell by our gramma
We the heart of the US
Where the Nina pop, mono the Da Hol nine
We don't minimize who we are
And live a life nobody know who you are
Every block with a church and a cross
A liquor store with some tape on the wall
On my mama that's Kinloch
The first black neighborhood
Now you know where we stem from
All the doctors and lawyers and teachers and scientist