Prophecies

The prophecies they spitting is more profits than facts these days/
Ya legacy wasn't left in tact cause you was looking for ways to escape/
The purpose of this artistry is being a conduit for change/
So I'm looking round wondering yo what the fuck we doing tryna maintain the frame

I confess
I don't how to sit still and most times i get obsessed,
Tryna be the perfect me, my purpose give me stress/
Struggle with uncertainty but still keep it on 10/
Perfect, take no damage end it with shoryuken/
Surely you can take me to the rumoured promised land/
Build me in the image of a being beyond man/
Cloaked in fallacies for they know not of what they've done/
Built another God without a tether to their love/
Watch the monsters change and drag your heroes through the mud/
Then you rearrange whose in your favorites and move on/
Casual consumption make us callus but we shrug/
Hold me down I'll keep keeping this shit on one two dubs/
Purposely I point to authenticity, it's bugged/
How many we've had to cast aside for switching up/
Power shift but nothing change I'm wondering how come?

The prophecies they spitting is more profits than facts these days/
Ya legacy wasn't left in tact cause you was looking for ways to escape/
The purpose of this artistry is being a conduit for change/
So I'm looking round wondering yo what the fuck we doing tryna maintain the frame



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Prioleau
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