No Better
Not really a rapper, but I'm really not in a singing mood
People got money for the rent, but not enough for food
I know we should be grateful yeah it sound cool
But how we gon' progress if we ain't got the tools
A wise man said it's either the needle or the bullet
Either way you look at it they still shooting
Add another to the list, they got my man Jacob Blake
Tryna get back to the kids they might forever wait
Movie after movie they keep warning us
Everybody's a suspect they keep recording us
Never gon' stop 'till they get us all under
Control the whole world, but not stop world hunger
Want us to calm down, put us back to sleep
So they could put us in a dome and take back the free
Man, it's getting worse as the days go by
Armageddon in the distance hoping we stay alive, damn
Numbers keep on rising up
Government don't give a fuck
Running out of luck man
I swear this shit ain't getting no better
Swear this shit ain't getting no better
Reaping all of what they sown
Barely make it on our own
Distracted by the phones man
I swear this shit ain't getting no better
Swear this shit ain't getting no better
Trump versus Biden, guess we have to choose the latter
Election coming got a feeling that our votes won't matter
Again
So much liquor, turned to the Mad Hatter
Another year we still the same and their pockets get fatter
Where's the new Martin's and Malcolm's, the end is getting closer
Fifty six and still pushing, shout out to Sista Souljah
I know it's hard to get vocal, loud and stay proud
'Cause once you start doing that first thing they do it's hunt you down
Think I'm just making shit up just to get a feature
For those who believe it look at what they did to Jesus
Think they won't do the same thing in this day and time
They showed you exactly what they'll do if you get out of line
Play your cards right, by whatever means just stay alive
Do whatever I have to, Imma protect mine
No more Breanna Taylor's
Them agents come knocking at my door, they'll get knocked back with the tech nine
Numbers keep on rising up
Government don't give a fuck
Running out of luck man
I swear this shit ain't getting no better
Swear this shit ain't getting no better
Reaping all of what they sown
Barely make it on our own
Distracted by the phones man
I swear this shit ain't getting no better
Swear this shit ain't getting no better
People got money for the rent, but not enough for food
I know we should be grateful yeah it sound cool
But how we gon' progress if we ain't got the tools
A wise man said it's either the needle or the bullet
Either way you look at it they still shooting
Add another to the list, they got my man Jacob Blake
Tryna get back to the kids they might forever wait
Movie after movie they keep warning us
Everybody's a suspect they keep recording us
Never gon' stop 'till they get us all under
Control the whole world, but not stop world hunger
Want us to calm down, put us back to sleep
So they could put us in a dome and take back the free
Man, it's getting worse as the days go by
Armageddon in the distance hoping we stay alive, damn
Numbers keep on rising up
Government don't give a fuck
Running out of luck man
I swear this shit ain't getting no better
Swear this shit ain't getting no better
Reaping all of what they sown
Barely make it on our own
Distracted by the phones man
I swear this shit ain't getting no better
Swear this shit ain't getting no better
Trump versus Biden, guess we have to choose the latter
Election coming got a feeling that our votes won't matter
Again
So much liquor, turned to the Mad Hatter
Another year we still the same and their pockets get fatter
Where's the new Martin's and Malcolm's, the end is getting closer
Fifty six and still pushing, shout out to Sista Souljah
I know it's hard to get vocal, loud and stay proud
'Cause once you start doing that first thing they do it's hunt you down
Think I'm just making shit up just to get a feature
For those who believe it look at what they did to Jesus
Think they won't do the same thing in this day and time
They showed you exactly what they'll do if you get out of line
Play your cards right, by whatever means just stay alive
Do whatever I have to, Imma protect mine
No more Breanna Taylor's
Them agents come knocking at my door, they'll get knocked back with the tech nine
Numbers keep on rising up
Government don't give a fuck
Running out of luck man
I swear this shit ain't getting no better
Swear this shit ain't getting no better
Reaping all of what they sown
Barely make it on our own
Distracted by the phones man
I swear this shit ain't getting no better
Swear this shit ain't getting no better
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Freeman
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