messiah memela – k woke (outro) lyrics
[messiah memela:]
i ain’t mad at all
i got a questionnaire, can you answer dawg?
as a billionaire when you look at money and see all the zeros in your bank, do you go awol?
(probably)
wait, where you get that dough?
afri-cry, yeah where you steal our gold
economy destroyed by the p-ss in the parliament majority is only concerned about their posts
think about it, take a minute or 4
how come we’re not the richest country in the world
money is supposed to be a measure for gold
supposedly
what is gold but doesn’t roll
a roley
what can take pictures under a boat?
a sony
which game is played by the government?
monopoly
it’s all a game until the poverty strike
probably right
i see you fighting bout the property now
walk with a cow.. coz i was born in the south
walkin round like a clown, with a d-ck in your mouth
red lips ,but they don’t know how money came about
my mission as a man is to f-ck the system
your mission as a woman is to clean the kitchen
bullsh-t, stereotypes are to keep you down
do this, do that, n-gga don’t just bow
the real n-gga is the one that wears the crown
concealed n-ggas only deal with their own accounts
they’re straining us with debt and only makin is shout
walk with a bounce
a white man, a bill for the brown
a b-tch for the night
or more so, you still gotta fight
i thought i was the only n-gga woke
until i sat in cl-ss and listened while my teacher spoke
…yeah, he said a lot that i could quote
he said i shouldn’t trust a man who covers suits in coats
he said the president is h–rding money in his home
he said i should have never given up upon my goals
but then i asked him, why you wearing suits and coats
and also added, a president who had your vote
and finally asked him, why’d you give up on your goals
coz i know you didn’t wanna be a teacher bro..
he stopped, he looked at me
he said the system didn’t let me choose
you’re askin me these questions, what you tryna prove
i used to walk to school without a single pair of shoes
my mother had no job and father was on booze
had to grow up quick and have my third eye removed
you see a fancy car but don’t know what i had to lose
i stopped him, i could see the pain in his eyes
coz i know when a man is just about to cry
the system held him down and kept him on the ground
ever since, i made a promise to myself
ima do my best to put a platinum on my shelf
not for the money
not for the fame
not to get a b-tch to put a ring on my left
my fingers are for holding the mic and ruling the game
i’m tired of fighting can you just get me outta these chains
police are shooting us to death and just shifting the blame
i’m taking the truth and using it to entertain
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