good kid

Mass hallucination, baby

Ill education, baby

Want to reconnect with your elations?

This is your station, baby

Look inside these walls

And you see I'm havin' withdrawals of a prisoner on his way

Trapped inside your desire to fire bullets that stray

Track attire just tell you I'm tired and ran away

I should ask a choir, "What do you require

To sing a song that acquire me to have faith?"

As the record spin, I should pray

For the record, I recognize that I'm easily prey

I got ate alive yesterday

I got animosity buildin', it's probably big as a buildin'

Me jumpin' off of the roof is me just playin' it safe

But what am I 'posed to do when the topic is red or blue

And you understand that I ain't?

But know I'm accustomed to just a couple that look for trouble

And live in the street with rank

No better picture to paint than me walkin' from Bible study

And called his homies because he had said he noticed my face

From a function that tooken place, they was wonderin' if I bang

Step on my neck and get blood on your Nike checks

I don't mind 'cause one day you'll respect the good kid, m.A.A.d city

Mass hallucination, baby

Ill education, baby

Want to reconnect with your elations?

This is your station, baby

All I see is strobe lights blinding me in my hindsight

Finding me by myself, promise me you can help

In all honesty, I got time to be copacetic until

You had finally made decision to hold me against my will

It was like a head-on collision that folded me standing still

I can never pick out the difference and grade a cop on the bill

Every time you clock in the morning, I feel you just want to kill

All my innocence while ignoring my purpose to persevere as a better person

I know you heard this and probably in fear

But what am I 'posed to do with the blinking of red and blue?

Flash from the top of your roof, and your dog has to say, "Woof"

And you ask, "Lift up your shirt," 'cause you wonder if a tattoo

Of affiliation can make it a pleasure to put me through

Gang files, but that don't matter because the matter is racial profile

I heard them chatter, "He's probably young, but I know that he's down"

Step on his neck as hard as your bulletproof vest

He don't mind, he know we'll never respect the good kid, m.A.A.d. city

Mass hallucination, baby

Ill education, baby

Want to reconnect with your elations?

This is your station, baby

All I see in this room, 20s, Xannies, and these 'shrooms

Grown-up candy for pain, can we live in a sane society?

It's entirely stressful upon my brain

You hired me as a victim, I quietly hope for change

When violence is the rhythm, inspired me to obtain

The silence in this room with 20s, Xannies, and 'shrooms

Some grown-up candy, I lost it, I feel it's nothing to lose

The streets sure to release the worst side of my best

Don't mind, 'cause now you ever in debt to good kid, m.A.A.d. city

Mass hallucination, baby

Ill education, baby

Want to reconnect with your elations?

This is your station, baby