[ Oh, there it is... ] Can't come home til my eyes ain't red Til the bags underneath match the ends in the bank Til the debt that I owe to my bed take a toll on my dome Til I'm really doing me Like a noose on the neck Of a nigga that was fed up with the feds Nat Turner on the beat A machete in my hand As oppressive as the tension In the speech, bitch I'm really tryna eat Put a muzzle on the dog All the threats are a mirage What you testing is the pressure on the teeth Cause you grinding at the jaw Paranoia in ya thoughts Black hoodie with the Patagonia fleece And ya bark is pretty tough But you yap too fucking much If you really bout that action take a seat Manager could chop it up Get percentages that cut into the overhead And flip a profit please Can't come home til my eyes ain't red Til the bags underneath match the ends in the bank Til the debt that I owe to my bed take a toll on my dome Til I'm really doing me Can't come home til my eyes ain't red Til the bags underneath match the ends in the bank Til the debt that I owe to my bed take a toll on my dome Til I'm really doing me

Time spitting in my face like There ain't enough hours in the day To get my weight up lately Through the eye of a needle Wit a camelbak Fam gotta stay hydrated on a mission Time spitting in my face like There ain't enough hours in the day To get my weight up lately Through the eye of a needle Wit a camelbak Fam gotta stay hydrated on a mission I won't do you no favors G, I don't fuck with new neighbors see Eighty-six on ya'll serpent talkers Ya'll talking paper, ya'll fake to me Only drinking if the chaser cheap Only smoking when the vapor sweet Only using these vices when I need breaks From feeling my faith deplete Been out-rapping these status grabbers Since graduation, that's word to Ye Flashing lights on my apparatus Keep money calling like Sallie Mae Politic wit my Cali fam We talk poly-sci then we pass the J But ya'll funny acting With the trade exchanges So I cut the cypher like razor blades New neuroses keep the pocket deep I augment the flows while my squad adapt That's mental flex manifested in physical space Ya'll ain't got the guard for that Fighting me is throwing hands witcha shadow I'm fuel for the doubt in ya writtens' capacity This shit a travesty Ya'll still afraid of the dark While I live in the pit of its gravity Time spitting in my face like There ain't enough bours in the day To get my weight up lately Zero G, doing sets Wit the mass on double And the mask on zip Don't chase me Through the eye of a needle Wit a camelbak Fam gotta stay hydrated on a mission Tear a hole in the Earth Get a taste That's a terabytes' worth Of the work that you getting Time spitting in my face like There ain't enough bours in the day To get my weight up lately Zero G, doing sets Wit the mass on double And the mask on zip Don't chase me Through the eye of a needle Wit a camelbak Fam gotta stay hydrated on a mission Tear a hole in the Earth Get a taste That's a terabytes' worth Of the work that you getting Chop the heads of hydra Drop the doors, on some suicides, Snakes do not retain the privilege To ride wit you and I Neck to the asphalt Gassing the next one Taking the blood of the Ghidorah Keep it a buck Monsters exist in my cup Taking the blood of the Ghidorah Keep it a buck Monsters exist in my cup

I never had a space that was safe Couldn't hide my feelings I was blessed with inner rage I was reading books and making music to escape Now they think I'm grown but I'm still living through the pain I wish I had a treehouse Or a temple made of stone That I could call my own That I could call my home That's my treehouse Where I could smoke the loud Appreciate the clouds Cause I'm never coming down Phone stay on airplane mode Ya'll don't know where I Post up in my woeful state I suppose I'll try Paradiddles over telecom That's a single stroke, then a double tap Imma like ya pic Then I might depict My own idle mind To ya'll nihilists "Ooh you so trendy, You so edgy, You alone... You converse in current memes And you always stay at home You think happy is a concept And your sadness is invoked By the minor trivialities Of being young and woke" Damn Long winded conversations Over how my coping mechanisms Keep me catatonic Tend to make potential confidantes Feel like Maybe I don't really Have it all together Maybe that's the reason Most of my decisions Hold me more accountable I'm tryna grow Flourish past any indignation Be a better man And not clutch the past I never had a space that was safe I couldn't hide my feelings I was blessed with inner rage I was reading books and making music to escape Now they think I'm grown but I'm still living through the pain I wish I had a treehouse Or a temple made of stone That I could call my own That I could call my home That's my treehouse Where I could smoke the loud Appreciate the clouds Cause I'm never coming down Eagles and astronauts Can't fly as half as high as What me and fam is on Energy go tachyon Tired of the apropos Hit me hard, the tackle slow Motion through the peace And hit the pavement when I crash and blow You don't know I worked for this Used to slur my words and shit Fought the suicidal thoughts wit flurry fists, God damn, Fury wasn't pertinent see, But my patience got me farther than the liquor I imbibed when i resurfaced in, in what? The coldest waters, quarter waters crush the sugar rush I'm thinking super sonic qualms Can't keep my sugar up I hit the mighty lows Nothing surprise me so Whether I write or spit The space between the silence grows I practice both to keep the fuckery out of either or My mama's grave ain't got no flowers And my eyes is sore So what you crying for? The answer simple dog Split the cost and bust the competition Witcha nimble sword Then you get paid for that Give all the paper back To double talking suits that put hydrangeas Where her cradle at Just fix the problems that ya wallet got The rest can wait You close to Tutankhamun's grave No need to excavate The king could sleep until the lapis Drapes the terracotta Skip the ratchet drama Smash the earth, reverse invalid karma Protect the sanctity of self Preserve superlatives Leave em looking goofy when the verses hit Yeah I never had a space that was safe I couldn't hide my feelings I was blessed with inner rage I was reading books and making music to escape Now they think I'm grown but I'm still living through the pain I wish I had a treehouse Or a temple made of stone That I could call my own That I could call my home That's my treehouse Where I could smoke the loud Appreciate the clouds Cause I'm never coming down Treehouse Treehouse Treehouse Treehouse [D I S C O R D] Radio playing that same song I was flash stepping on a see-saw Tryna cut corners for the work flow Still get busy when I leap off Land a feel a new wave coming, man yeah Better get a floatie and a beach ball All day tripping on the same old shit, Scheme get rich quick, it's a theme song Radio playing that same song I was flash stepping on a see-saw Tryna cut corners for the work flow Still get busy when I leap off Land a feel a new wave coming, man yeah Better get a floatie and a beach ball All day tripping on the same old shit, Scheme get rich quick, it's a theme song Radio playing that same song I was flash stepping on a see-saw Tryna cut corners for the work flow Still get busy when I leap off Land a feel a new wave coming, man yeah Better get a floatie and a beach ball All day tripping on the same old shit, Scheme get rich quick, it's a theme song

Couldn't yield seeds from the pit Pulp in the fiction the heartiest bits Hardly descript Learned through the folly of Oliver Twist Bowls for the road Stocking the grits Culture and mould Build til he sick Black in the lungs Chained to the earth Watching it spin I could take a target a day Arm to the face Gun to my head Fuck what you said Imma be a god for the age Imma break bread with the dead Chips with the fish Rats with the birds Snakes with the sword Raps with the pen Imma be a part of the change Imma take a target a day Imma build stock in a foreign estate Farm and escape to edge where the parliament ain't Smart with the feint, Hook finna sink in the lake Stuck in the depths of your head Swim witcha patron and saints Bathe in a win Aim to the wind where ya dreams ain't fake I take chase, Venmo, Paypal, Quikcash, bitcoin PSD, MP3, dot-wav, bitmaps and jpegs, Then I take a drag of the sess Face to the floor Chained to distress Broke and abused Imma get the bag in the end Imma give praise to my friends Food to my fam Fear to my foes Clothes to the cold Warmth to the stressed Imma be a beacon of hope Imma build an ark for the waves Then I bust holes in the faultiest claims Charge and ascend to the hill With a sovereign claim Eyes to the world Spear to the beasts that I flank Gear to the squad that I'm on Traps to the thieves in the midst Tracing a path Sketching a plot of the schemes that they take Imma get a bite of the fruit I could spare an apple or two In could see the truth in ya heart Cause the dark is a ruse I could take a target a day Arm to the face Gun to my head Fuck what you said Imma be a god for the age Imma break bread with the dead Chips with the fish Rats with the birds Snakes with the sword Raps with the pen Imma be a part of the change Imma take a target a -- [...] Couldn't yield seeds from the pit Pulp in the fiction the heartiest bits Hardly descript Learned through the folly of Oliver Twist Bowls for the road Stocking the grits Culture and mould Build til he sick Black in the lungs Chained to the earth Watching it spin Weep for the dead Fight for the weak Reaching for eons beyond Believing the eons I be on could be gone The threshold I be on is beyond

[ I thought that death would give me peace] [[ I didn't think anyone would miss me ]] [ If I walked forever on Earth, I'd earn rest in my next life ] - well what if there is no next life? - - who said you'd be remembered? - -Like, you walk forever and never a choose a destination... and you're...weak for it - [ N-n-no...I thought, I thought doing the right thing...] - right? RIGHT?! No, weak. Right and your incorrigible righteousness is why the universe made you left handed - [[ OOOOOHHH ]] - so what, you're just gonna eternally wander in the name of some just cause of your design? - [[ I'm trying to find t r u t h ]] [ Uh, I was gonna change the world. ] - nah, that's weak. it's unambitious, lacking...flavor - [ I was tryna change..the way people see art ] - how many ways can I tell you, it was all for nothing fam, [ what do you mean nothing?! ] - that high and mighty, holier than thou shit is a drag - [[ BORING ]] - you ain't got shit to show for it but some open toed Air-Force 1's so, shut it...down - [ can you chill please, i'm tryna, like... ] - no, no no no, weak [ can I just say something? ] [[ I mean what are you really doing? are you even trying? like... ]] -no...weak [ yo shut the... ] - dry...lacking... [[ are you even attempting...? ]] - flavor - [ shut the fuck up ] [ shut up ] [ shut the fuck up ] [ shut up...shut up ]

Dizzy I'm swerving, I'm out Dizzy I'm swerving, I'm out Dizzy I'm swerving, I'm out Dizzy I'm swerving, I'm out Dizzy I'm swerving, I'm -- Tap swag teachers for mad theses The slap egregious, get clapped up wit the mad flee shit A doctorate for swallowing opulence Spitting genius I'd advise that if it's not in ya style You don't release it yet [ yo don't drop that ] The flex false and it's all for the Jesus pieces while I'm seeking Chichén-Itzá and speaking a beasts secrets fam Quetzalcoatl in bottles, I got a lotta that The sordid pouring 'gac, blowing piff to see if the gods react I, stay stainless in safe havens of great valence Then exchange payments to shame sameness We stay ageless Ain't no sympathy, Kill or be killed or be killer bee, Venomous military, yellow and black embezzled in industry It's, pernicious, the words at a first listen When the verse hit em Switch with the curves of a curt riddim, spit Stirred cinnamon, sturgeon, and stiff lip And if observing ain't the pertinent purpose They ain't gon' hear this shit, it's All fishy, it's all offered to soften The charlatan soft palette Of saccharine admissions if, Ya'll sinners was quicker with concessions The quipping would contest it For wishes that's wild impotent Yo keep waiting and talking in tongues Jargon and calling it sweat, blood, and the tears in my jug What you juugin? You ain't hustle as hard as the kid Harder than pardoning french Curse you then call it a set What you doing? You ain't Getting nothing But a mothafuckin check Making dirty money off of representing Corporate ends yo, That's my neck, Crew be looking at you funny when you step Don't deflect, Introspect, Or you might just catch my left Ya'll got me tight, yo Yo niggas is trife For real, I'm not with the hype Ya'll got me tight, but Everyone trife though I can't even lie Ya'll got me tight, aye Yo niggas is trife For real, I'm not with the hype Ya'll got me tight, but Everyone trife though I can't even lie Damn More disposed to stick a stegosaurus Dermal plate in place of paper chasing fossil fuel I'm siding with the science of the living Not commodified A molecule that's quantified To power life in comforts inefficiencies and alibis Fuck it, if you wanna take a second Roll some shit up, pause the track and run it back Like seven seconds then revisit Maybe smoke amidst ya homies Take some notes And figure how we redistribute land and labor To the people, that'd be sick, aye Everybody gather up ya sticks We could make a fire of the principal consultant for this shit Image and aesthetics are a myth Everything is beautiful cause Everything is ugly where we sit Burn the witch Run the hills Do ya thing, yeah Genocide is normalized nowadays so Write ya name In my book Note the time terms and conditions Is decided by the, Amount of violence that get incited When trial and triumph Turn into an early retirement plan On Riker's Island, ya'll been wilding Banging with niggas that don't care bout you We been tryna put you onto the panthers and Malcolm That was not a doubt duke Please don't make this 'bout you I am just addressing when the audience is doubtful Hit em wit a mouthful Existential counsel Talking like I know Because I'm questioning my ground rules But What? We ain't even get to flex And they already hating Guess our vegetation kinda different Herbs is meditating What, We ain't even get to flex And they already hating Guess our vegetation kinda different Herbs is meditating What, We ain't even get to flex And they already hating Guess our vegetation kinda different Herbs is meditating What, We ain't even get to flex And they already hating Guess our vegetation kinda different Herbs is meditating You ain't Getting nothing But a mothafuckin check Making dirty money off of representing Corporate ends, That's my neck, Crew be looking at you funny when you step Don't deflect, Introspect, Or you might just catch my left Ya'll got me tight, yo Yo niggas is trife For real, I'm not with the hype Ya'll got me tight, yo Everyone trife like, I can't even lie

Please do not weep for me I am not easily swayed by stigmas and hate [ stigmas and hate ] I cannot tell you how long I been trying to capture The swag of the greats [ swag of the greats ] Wrath in these grapes be the sourest Raisins deferred by the hour, it's deep [ hour it's deep ] Think catatonic and blowing this dour The only way Imma count sheep [ Imma count sheep ] Imma count off on the aura that aural personas is patented by [ patented by ] Resting my laurels on signatures long predicated by masters of time [ masters of time ] Bending the will of the scale with melodic concoctions I copped from the past [ melodic concoctions I copped from the past ] Top off the burner so I can communicate with all the phantoms of jazz [ phantoms of jazz ] And just when their heroin fade Adjust at a perilous rate Opiates pirouette into the Actavis state Of an active estate where the activists stay in the back Fade to black and follow suit if sallow hues is How you make ya music jack, Take the gas and gut ya backwoods The tactile type vibe cure angst like Prozac Fuck what you heard the allure is an animals appetite After the savagest kill, savagest kill High on endorphins and sweat of the stricken This rap shit will strip you to pieces and still People insist that the depth of the sickness Associative cognitive dissonance but What you expect to regale When your total existence is hinging on bitches and drugs? Fam, that was rhetorical... Solipsistic, styled fiction, hypothesis Hit the stick shift, fourth gear Speeding idle warships That could swarm blacks who smoke grass But spit reason Dap the deacon with sneak speaking of street gospel While the vinyl freaks got techniques to appease apostles Keep the hollow-tip talk top notch as you tick-tock Wistfully withdrawn from realities of Hip-Hop No calisthenics to stretch out the truth That I'm part of the problem with parcel in tow On a porcelain podium Posing for anything visibly dope Slippery slope keep you coated in oil When loyalty foiled And flame get to spitting unchecked Yo ass gon' wish You ain't never wrote lyrics About counter-culture And roads to sedition I bet Bet Please do not weep for me I am not easily swayed by stigmas and hate [ stigmas and hate ] I cannot tell you how long I been trying to capture The swag of the greats [ swag of the greats ] Wrath in these grapes be the sourest Raisins deferred by the hour, it's deep [ hour it's deep ] Think catatonic and blowing this dour The only way Imma count sheep [ Imma count sheep ] Please do not weep for me I am not easily swayed by stigmas and hate [ stigmas and hate ] I cannot tell you how long I been trying to capture The swag of the greats [ capture the swag of the greats ] Wrath in these grapes be the sourest Raisins deferred by the hour, it's deep [ by the hour it's deep ] Think catatonic and blowing this dour The only way Imma count sheep [ The only way Imma count sheep ] Don't worry bout it, [ Stigmas and hate ] Don't worry bout it, We gon' figure it out [ Capture the swag of the greats ] We gon' figure it out Don't worry bout it

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I thought that you signed the lease but I guess we was window shopping I'm a option, like, I ain't got time to fight My mood swing a pendulum Pushing the ends of my patience To deading them problems you bringing up [ Yeah... ] All of my postulates tell me i'm onto A pivotal path in my rituals How I'm gon' waste time with miserable Chicken-toed, shuck and jive Not tryna dance round the issue though [ No... ] That was an integral point of my Dipping on daily I dabbled indulgeing addiction And acting dismissive And you started acting like "That's the extent of it" Fuck it I'm better off putting my efforts to self, tryna stitch it together so I don't get lost in the winds Pushing poison into me This altitude cleansing my sinuses I walk back into the room and you silent It's hard to be mindful When I get as high as this Pride in my pilot seat Huffing butane by the pilot light Illuminated by piracy Steering the ship to the shoreline We got marooned on Canary Islands Tryna evolve, stick my beak inside of yours Sweetest nectar that I sought Baby, I feel it in my bones I love it when you're on my mind Got me going crazy The labor I devote Got my eyes swelling salty like some saline Baby, I feel it in my bones I love it when you're on my mind Got me going crazy The labor I devote Got my eyes swelling salty like some saline Baby, I feel it in my bones I love it when you're on my mind Got me going crazy The labor I devote Got my eyes swelling salty like some saline

Been around the world in eighty seconds on my periscope Underwater submarine whose swag is black and yellow All these little birdies on my radar got me swerving now Narrowly avoiding Hell and hello's It's not easy being green [ I know... ] Oh shit, waddup Just depression and anxiety The usual you know Marathoning Totoro Miyazaki surrogate Watching Spirited Away Regressing back into my crib Like a pig Eating anything in my vicinity Made a fort of 40 blankets 40 ounces and some tree Welcome to this den of time thieves Who might sneak a second glance On iris high beams, no ID This the clubhouse for the wanderers who need Something soft on their corpus Amorphous comforters and ginger tea on Sunday mornings Mourning your innocence, well I feel you friend [ Same... ] Reply field full of contrived assumptions Why you ain't outside at the function? Why you stay inside if you love them? Your heart explodes with prose But you write nothing En sus voces me escucha las palabras de corazon The more you know It's not easy being green, It's not easy being sick It's not easy being green, sippin tea Throwing shade, getting lit Waking up for ya morning jog and a cup of just desserts That justice works funny Just as you're ready to let it all go You get a text, they get a text, you get distracted God damn It's not easy being green I ain't no punk though Motivation my currency And I keep the stash on one hundo Voyeurists who need affirmation Don't come around me that's done fo' Shed a couple like Roland Kirk I be dual-wielding no gun smoke Surely you did not expect me to wait Cannot engage in homogenous games I put a tax on the dollar exchange For anyone trying to stretch in my lane Out with the old as I enter the fray Still keep the culture in mind when I slay Linked up wit 99, PT, that's gang Pilot the Ace but they all are my wings Been around the world in eighty seconds on my periscope Purview of my dominance impending as I bellow "ALL OF YA'LL IS CORNY CLAIMING RADICAL IDENTITY YOU NEED TO PAY YA DUES AND PUT SOME BREAD INSIDE MY VENMO" Been around the world in eighty seconds on my periscope Underwater submarine whose swag is black and yellow All these little birdies on my radar got me swerving now Narrowly avoiding Hell and hello's ... ... ... [ okay you had your moment, take a shower... ]

[ It was too easy to see you too easy to sweep off ya feet, on my breezy I dab, Fam getting nervous when birds get to swarming the outpost They crows in pursuit of the swag, I'm in my bag with this ravenous grip, Pulling the seed by the root of its body, Planted a forest of fearful deceit, So I forage the beans from the front of ya lobby, Copped a Tim Horton's Introduced you to my manic habits Pouring scotch in a coffee cup Whiskey the obvious choice My maturity shadow stitched in With the substances, yeah Flicking the wrist with a gingerly twist Cause I know that you sensitive Still with the shits I ain't been here in a minute I'm really just feeling my feelings Insipid and bliss ] *dabs and swags in the key of late 2017* Tell me what you're playing on I hope that it's ya favorite song Cause there's got to be a reason you evolve Tell me what you're playing on I hope that it's ya favorite song Cause there's got to be a reason you evolve Why the brokest people got the most Metro-Cards Why you go so far just to get back nothing You could blame it on something in retrograde But the joke's on you cause you need that money Ya hit the ATM too many times Caught the overdraft fee cause ya branch ain't local Ya got a four-speed cruiser with the spokes still dripping And a pocket full of wishes that'll turn you to a no show [ You know what you gotta do right? ] You gotta ride swift like a fixie, yeah Memories on these handlebars Skid marks on my old block Rose petals on my five panel Granny told me not to play outside wit them boys I know But my fit changed since sixth grade And this all black draw darkness to me No stopping for the red light Footworkin like it's Teklife Tires rolling over these Crayola silhouettes Outlines out-shadow four-square games in this hood Boxed in, box-braid baby doll gotta duck when the streetlights on It go, up up and away, ya'll see the way cats keep the wave coming Black merm with the rose-tinteds Local Superman keep the weight running I'm in my bag, no Goyard Used to be my momma's little man Camouflage on my Jansport Tryna make the honor roll again I ride swift like a fixie, yeah Memories on these handlebars Skid marks on my old block Rose petals on my five panel Granny told me not to play outside wit them boys I know But my fit changed since sixth grade And this all black draw darkness to me Ride swift like a fixie, yeah Memories on these handlebars Skid marks on my old block Rose petals on my five panel Granny told me not to play outside wit them boys I know But my fit changed since sixth grade And this all black draw darkness to me, yeah My granny used to tell me not to worry Some people don't know how to be direct Just cause ya'll attached don't mean they love you And just because you pray don't mean you're blessed I don't think it's worth it to be troubled i'll just put the lessons to the test i used to think her words were made of magic And now I know the truth is that it's facts Don't flee Don't flee Don't fly Don't fly Your peace Beneath These blades of grass I cried I cried I tried I tried I'll keep you in my thoughts for strength Hard-headed as I may be

*stares at wall*

Yeah Check, Woke up to the sound of a walker That's time modified by the body's decay So I gotta feed grandpa While I hold back tears Put a smile on my face I don't know how my g-ma did it Offset by the physics Of the burden she bore She was certainly sore But she still went to church Gave food to the hungry and clothes to the poor All day with the saint-like complex Praise like psalms get stuck in ya head Not stopping for shit Get a moment to sit And she pore over bibles for hymns to extend Now I pull up slack from the back end Tryna accent that I'm thankful for this Crib by the lakeside Wind in my face Smoke a spliff in the am While the kid meditate on How to make the most of the moments That ain't guaranteed While you face enemies in the distance Still entranced with the vanishing point While enchantresses handle my physical needs Disappear in the dusk Leaving a husk Shell of a human who trust In collusion with rust As my years get to touching this skin Make sure my fears get the bludgeon Sworn to the covenant Family and nak taking precedent Over superfluous other shit Word to my utterance Guttural sounds Visceral notions that words can't pronounce Follow intuitive hunches I'm hunting for something that you cannot purchase with clout Peace of mind that leave you speechless We playing follow the leader Pull up the mantle And act like a man do I carry the legacy wit me I handle my shit Though I had ample assist Gratitude dapping my kin Imma turn fate to my bitch She not gon' know where I been She not attuned to my wish Oh you gon' switch? Hope you don't miss Judas get thrown to the wind Walking the line as subjected to gas And a match and I promise The shame gonna burn you to crisp If you leave it unchecked Imma check on you Never forgot You was my blood You feel that deep in your stomach Turning your back on ya brothers Dagger in hand as you told them you're only a partial protector With half of their genes and a bag full of snark Cause their mother was really the worst ... Man, fuck her She not the spawn just the harpy that brought em Into this confusing estate Imma love em for better or worse Cause the cruelty is played And they'll deal with enough of it out on these streets Sheesh Oh you gon' switch? Hope you don't miss Pray that my life is the beach I been promised I promise you things ain't been peachy I probably need some assistance adjusting I hope I can trust you to hold me again Slowly descend to the pit Where I love what you've done With the temple your heartache is in Oh you gon' switch Hope you don't miss Need a chin-guard for the glass jaw Fists swinging on the spectres And the ghosts in ya head Take the L Team Rocket when you blast off I wanna exorcise this weight, Pour up on holy water and backstroke To the non-believers Me reaching for Peter while Peter reaching for Jesus No bitters bit in my lower lip Lo and behold Tied toward the actual home of our providence Hands off the steering wheel Searching for certainty Fortune serving me looks And she draped in the Star Spangled Macguffin that led the plot forth They said separate but equally acknowledged Not if dollars get dropped into collection boxes We've abolished nothing of the old days I remember granny cussing, drinking and spilling the tea of my cousins Then holding court and their hands over thanksgiving dinner To pray, why he let us be so set in our ways And even that's up for debate How we get little black kids to ideate On the separation of church and state My staycation in the promised land Lets me breathe a sigh of relief But I'm bathed in disbelief At the things we do With the name of the big dog