Lando Chill - gits

I'm talking to that ghost in the shell
You know me so well
We barter and sell the data mined
Investor lined
Pockets in these desperate times
Its best to grind
Bones down to they pressured spines
Said corporations culling from unemployment lines
They give you time
Then fine you when your wage is high
Its sanctified
Rare air shit we aiming high
For dream is nigh
We all call can fill it
Your soul can will
We bond like village
The rich ya we gon cook in skillet
Metaphorically
Cause some of y'all whites DO get down like that
I got this pen
My shit go ratatatat
Black boy bust back
At cat in hat and pig in wig
With badge and gun
The shit y'all did
Forbidden fruit was really a fig
Go smoke that cig
Real niggas dab that rig
Still blow your mind
Giving you the tools for the future
You can break that
And societies one track mind

We all been slave to our phones
To the app that saves ya memories, cat photos,
And recipes,
The best of me and worst of all my browser history stay a mystery to most
But ad niggas know all
Whether Paul in to tech
Or Mary in to Nepal culture
And how a dictators tryna murder em all
It's like
Our only purpose is consumption
Bullshit GDP how we function
My nigga this a luncheon where nobody eat
Cept people who got generational wealth
Been moving like stealth
Been killing niggas like they bleachin the reefs and murder the kelp
We gasping for air
The dollar the belt
It's hard to sleep when every limb is covered in these scars and these welts
The arctic melts, the sea gone rise
The net gon know 'fore you and i
Whether poor whether rich
We all gon die
And let my music be forever in some uplink style
Forever in some uplink style nigga

Written by:
Lance Washington

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