billy:
bak of the eyes burned from
starin at the sun
when too many never learn
like the stories just begun
a life is hard to earn
make sure its worth your sum
and i'm livin every second tryna
spend it til its done
every line is a clip
like my uzi weighs a muthaphuckin ton
so they keep me on the run til i'm numb
like what have I become?
we started with the started with the drum
and now we outta tune and the rest
are speaking in tongues
breathing up the fumes consumed
til we succumb
they lead us to the feed
and treat us like chum
spun from slum to #1 with a bullet
progress becomes new religion for the foolish
conquest
subdivisions with no need for pulpits
onset conditioning
stepping thru the bullshit
constant
now i guess i got a god complex
spread like napalm
catch it like a comet
palms to the sky!
keep it honest. nonsense
make you an accomplice
wash your thought process
white noise scatter the content
conflicts the object
here to clear it out
like a bomb threat
ring the alarm and keep it calm
in the same breath
displacement in stasis
doin the most and we've lost the basics
baseless
faceless
listed on walls as the nameless
stay wasted fade to the next scene
only if you're sleep
do you get to see the amerikkkan dream, peep..
keep em peeled bak
distort to static cuz this is the feedback
shake systems like knee caps or relapse
over peoples head
like satellite for street maps..
belee dat!

chorus (jazmine):
the wheel is turnin baby
only one place to go..
the world is burning steady
ever since since we started the show..
so pass the fire cuz its getting dark
and the night is long
we keep our pyres high to scorch the skies
til the light of dawn

billy:
submission
with the stakes being your sovereignty
i'm here to ask the question
not to offer an apology
the answer isn't politics
and povertys a symptom
like holding fetish for property
and systematic contradiction
and we in over our heads
all the knowledge and not a drop of wisdom
so we on the ledge
with hands needed to pledge and fall bak
heavy as lead
bout as deadly as first contact
fine print and contracts for the kill
justified by the eyes
on the bak of a dollar bill
smothered in technicolor
til the covers more than real
then let it spill like tumblers
just another summer..