Dystopia
Ladies and gentlemen boys and girls
Children of all ages
Welcome to 2020!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Dystopia!
We really done it my na
It's come upon us my na
No sense in running my na from
Dystopia!
Look what we've done my na
Hell is upon us my na
We cannot run from it na this
Dystopia!
Welcome to 2020
Take a picture or plenty
And leave the markets empty
Mix your vodka with henny
Nothing could be as deadly
The apocalypse 'pon us
Na nobody was ready
Well isn't this a massive clusterfuck
The masses are fucked
Shit got me looking back and wondering
What happened to us
The television is yelling COVID
We screaming "Fuck the police!"
Everyone yelling POTUS
Everyone going bogus over
Dystopia!
We really done it my na
It's come upon us my na
No sense in running my na from
Dystopia!
Look what we've done my na
Hell is upon us my na
We cannot run from it na this
Dystopia!
We really done it my na
It's come upon us my na
No sense in running my na from
Dystopia!
Look what we've done my na
Hell is upon us my na
We cannot run from it na
This dystopia
Webster defines "dystopia" as
An imagined world or society
In which people lead wretched, dehumanized, fearful lives
But Rashad defines "dystopia" as
We fucked up
Ain't no more business as usual
Ain't no more living delusional
Ain't no more back to your cubicle
Ain't no more oodles of noodles
And waking up thinking
This shit is a movie bro
Ain't no morale we losing hope
Ain't no more left to be said. Society dead
Play this shit at the funeral
Got us looking for a new truth
Trying write a blueprint
Looking for a blue pill na
Praying the Lord forgave us
Prayers can't save us
So we wonder "Who will?" na
Dollar bills money kills
Who will burn many will
Many ill many killed na
Trying write a blueprint
Looking for a blue pill
But we know the truth is na
Fuck your system
Fuck your politicians
Fuck your scholarships and
Fuck your kids tuition
Fuck morals, values
Fuck your intuition
Fuck your inhibitions
Fuck your inner vision
Fuck your conscience
We godless blasphemous
If if has to be rapturous
Then rapture us na
Ash to ash and dust to dust na
This is how the prophets answer us na
Ain't no more business as usual
Ain't no more living delusional
Ain't no more back to your cubicle
Ain't no more oodles of noodles
And waking up thinking
This shit is a movie bro
Ain't no morale we losing hope
Ain't no more left to be said. Society dead
Play this shit at the funeral
Dystopia!
Children of all ages
Welcome to 2020!
Go!
Go!
Go!
Dystopia!
We really done it my na
It's come upon us my na
No sense in running my na from
Dystopia!
Look what we've done my na
Hell is upon us my na
We cannot run from it na this
Dystopia!
Welcome to 2020
Take a picture or plenty
And leave the markets empty
Mix your vodka with henny
Nothing could be as deadly
The apocalypse 'pon us
Na nobody was ready
Well isn't this a massive clusterfuck
The masses are fucked
Shit got me looking back and wondering
What happened to us
The television is yelling COVID
We screaming "Fuck the police!"
Everyone yelling POTUS
Everyone going bogus over
Dystopia!
We really done it my na
It's come upon us my na
No sense in running my na from
Dystopia!
Look what we've done my na
Hell is upon us my na
We cannot run from it na this
Dystopia!
We really done it my na
It's come upon us my na
No sense in running my na from
Dystopia!
Look what we've done my na
Hell is upon us my na
We cannot run from it na
This dystopia
Webster defines "dystopia" as
An imagined world or society
In which people lead wretched, dehumanized, fearful lives
But Rashad defines "dystopia" as
We fucked up
Ain't no more business as usual
Ain't no more living delusional
Ain't no more back to your cubicle
Ain't no more oodles of noodles
And waking up thinking
This shit is a movie bro
Ain't no morale we losing hope
Ain't no more left to be said. Society dead
Play this shit at the funeral
Got us looking for a new truth
Trying write a blueprint
Looking for a blue pill na
Praying the Lord forgave us
Prayers can't save us
So we wonder "Who will?" na
Dollar bills money kills
Who will burn many will
Many ill many killed na
Trying write a blueprint
Looking for a blue pill
But we know the truth is na
Fuck your system
Fuck your politicians
Fuck your scholarships and
Fuck your kids tuition
Fuck morals, values
Fuck your intuition
Fuck your inhibitions
Fuck your inner vision
Fuck your conscience
We godless blasphemous
If if has to be rapturous
Then rapture us na
Ash to ash and dust to dust na
This is how the prophets answer us na
Ain't no more business as usual
Ain't no more living delusional
Ain't no more back to your cubicle
Ain't no more oodles of noodles
And waking up thinking
This shit is a movie bro
Ain't no morale we losing hope
Ain't no more left to be said. Society dead
Play this shit at the funeral
Dystopia!
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Writer(s): M. Davis
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