Sheepeople
Look but don't touch touch but don't taste taste
But don't swallow we're all controlled sheepeople on a wheel
Like Gerbils just going in circles
Keep your head on a swivel trying to dodge these devils!
Holding on to anger is drinking poison expecting the other person to die
I didn't realize that hating you was only Killing myself
I had to let it go in order to survive
Yeah you a bitch but shit so is life there is to much power to fight
And i refuse to let you be my demise
Whining like a hoe over this old hoe digging my self in a whole
Tired of whipping these watery eyes
My prayers whispers tiny whispers like unwanted mail marked return to sender
Worried about my mother Consuming all that
Sodium and sugar nigga ain't no whole foods on my corner
My people are goners from that shit they feeding us at the local bodegas diabetes and High blood pressure
Were getting killed by drugs, food, cops, and local gangbangers
The devil is coming at all angles lurking behind corners
Every 24 hours got us cracking under pressure
And it's only getting illa shit can a nigga have a few days
Of being Depression free worried about bills to pay
Baby mamas and drama black on black crime and murder
Guns gangs and paper they locked up all the fathers
Kids ignoring elders fried food and soda
They're taking away are Future and tomorrows looking darker
Look but don't touch touch but don't taste taste
But don't swallow we're all controlled sheepeople on a wheel
Like Gerbils just going in circles
Keep your head on a swivel trying to dodge these devils!
But don't swallow we're all controlled sheepeople on a wheel
Like Gerbils just going in circles
Keep your head on a swivel trying to dodge these devils!
Holding on to anger is drinking poison expecting the other person to die
I didn't realize that hating you was only Killing myself
I had to let it go in order to survive
Yeah you a bitch but shit so is life there is to much power to fight
And i refuse to let you be my demise
Whining like a hoe over this old hoe digging my self in a whole
Tired of whipping these watery eyes
My prayers whispers tiny whispers like unwanted mail marked return to sender
Worried about my mother Consuming all that
Sodium and sugar nigga ain't no whole foods on my corner
My people are goners from that shit they feeding us at the local bodegas diabetes and High blood pressure
Were getting killed by drugs, food, cops, and local gangbangers
The devil is coming at all angles lurking behind corners
Every 24 hours got us cracking under pressure
And it's only getting illa shit can a nigga have a few days
Of being Depression free worried about bills to pay
Baby mamas and drama black on black crime and murder
Guns gangs and paper they locked up all the fathers
Kids ignoring elders fried food and soda
They're taking away are Future and tomorrows looking darker
Look but don't touch touch but don't taste taste
But don't swallow we're all controlled sheepeople on a wheel
Like Gerbils just going in circles
Keep your head on a swivel trying to dodge these devils!
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Writer(s): Douglas Johnson
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