(CHORUS X2)
wake up… figure it out
check the clock, check dial
make more so I don’t end up poor
and check in with my angels before I walk out that front door
(Verse1)
they tell me that life is a chore…
well big up to your parents…
got you doing everything they wanted you to
and you aint happy with that shit its apparent
so don’t look at me now… wit your eyes glaring
trying to be sparing… but aint using the skins from the pearing
40$ dollar bottle of wine that your pairing
with that filet mignon and lobster… like I’m caring
do what you wanna do…
muthafucka do what you gotta do…
nigga go ahead do what you gonna do….
and act like you aint wanted to…
using the situation like we aint got a clue
to who concocted this strange brew
that we all accustomed to
every salesperson wanna act like they aint a customer too
(CHORUS X2)
wake up… figure it out
check the clock, check dial
make more so I don’t end up poor
and check in with my angels before I walk out that front door
(Verse 2)
they told me the meek shall inherit the earth…
yah… after the rich fuck it all of first…
head off to mars… in a spaceship…
can’t no longer quench they thirst…
if the 7 billion people dispersed
from the inner city and started working with the earth
our society could have a rebirth
and reshape the social structures… for what its worth
you all scraping pennies together…
in some form or another…
and the sad thing to me is…
you ain’t scraped nothing together for your brother
and your sista missed ya…
once the papparazi started snapping those pictures
we like moths drawn to light fixtures
and the lights bright tonight so we won’t miss it!
A great, thumping beat tape with rich, textural production that summons specific moods while the beat commands your head to nod along. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 31, 2020