Psya - Zebulun

Money, suppose, the cars, the crib, the clothes
Big bank rolls till the big banks close
Power to make, power to take
Power to delegate where does it go
We wanting everything
Hands dirty in the pot
Issa a lot we tasting everything
We taking everything
Money, suppose, the cars, the crib, the clothes
Big bank rolls till the big banks close
Power to make, power to take
Power to delegate where does it go
We wanting everything
Hands dirty in the pot
Issa a lot we tasting everything
We taking everything

When the platform ain't black owned
The outcome's fixed and they still get paid
Stick us in the slot, put us in the box
See us on the screen and we still get played
Mathematics issa numbers game
Better teach your children how to count
One and one ain't adding up
Cause 2 many people got hands out
The plight of our people we're separate not equal
And still don't forget that we in the struggle
Want us to shut up and dribble Like give em a ball and a hoop Put em in a bubble
Is our education good
We got plenty money funding all these cops
Treating us like opps in the hood
Break it down get it understood.
Teachers going on strike
So don't tell me that it's all good
18 25 to life
For a couple hunnit and a pack of woods
Don't understand cause I overstood
Like a tree falling in the woods
Don't hear the sound if we ain't around
And systematically the game's ruined

Money, suppose, the cars, the crib, the clothes
Big bank rolls till the big banks close
Power to make, power to take
Power to delegate where does it go
We wanting everything
Hands dirty in the pot
Issa a lot we tasting everything
We taking everything
Money, suppose, the cars, the crib, the clothes
Big bank rolls till the big banks close
Power to make, power to take
Power to delegate where does it go
We wanting everything
Hands dirty in the pot
Issa a lot we tasting everything
We taking everything

We need a miracle
We need residual
We can not wait
Till they reparate
Train up our children
For better days
Inspire empower
And motivate
Aspire for excellence
Show what you represent
Raise the bar
Till it's outta reach
Goals ain't too far
That you'll never see
Fruit of your labor
You gotta reap
Don't get too lazy
We gotta teach
Take the knowledge
And we pass it forward
Plant the truth
And then we gotta grow it
Inside of you
Is where you gotta show it
Work and we eat
For another dollar
We can not sleep
Till we never borrow
Work for your keep
And you are what you eat
And until then
Pray we never starving
Day to day
I'm praying for tomorrow
Time of trouble
This is Jacobs's sorrow
Ain't no waiting for it
We gone make it forward
Time is running ain't no Gumping Forrest
Hands up
Till we stand out
We don't do it for the damn clout
When the rain is falling
We gone keep on balling
Till the land never see a drought

Money, suppose, the cars, the crib, the clothes
Big bank rolls till the big banks close
Power to make, power to take,
Power to delegate where does it go
We wanting everything
Hands dirty in the pot
Issa a lot we tasting everything
We taking everything
Money, suppose, the cars, the crib, the clothes
Big bank rolls till the big banks close
Power to make, power to take,
Power to delegate where does it go
We wanting everything
Hands dirty in the pot
Issa a lot we tasting everything
We taking everything

Written by:
Blake Carthan

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