Platform Building

So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won

So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won

Man I wake up at the crack of dawn and still he's yawning
Paint some pictures of the day bout to start exploring
Wonder where I'll be if history repeats its horrors
Uncle Sam and Hitler proven that we bound to slaughter
Any man foreign daughter cousin shouting orders
A part of bloodline leaking from that gun powder
Sun flower and olive oil, tan browner
Hits louder than bombing shells, Beatle bug
Have you ever heard of that whistle and just nothing brah
Bang bang barrette now you nothing what
Smithereens on the floor where your ashes wash
They keep looking at me for the answers God
Can you tell them if they speak to your their pressures will stop
Maybe not in the fullest I know this world is so rough
But to overcome the angst which is buried in heart
Cleanse after the dark cleanse after the dark

So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won

So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won

Trust me when you stop searching for all that Gucci shit
Realism punctures pavers that consumers built
Feeling pale and blue what have they said to you
Believing all them lies I know its sad but its true
So what to do choose pursue make them chant for you
Nah I'm just placing my piece of the puzzle shouldn't you
At the end of the day a grain of sand which is true
So what's the point in all the fights all the angst and the shoots
All the hooha switching fences you are
Not built for this environment dog better cruise on
They popping things for their cranium that is dangerous
I never sell my soul for a temporary flavourless
Quest that is governed by the devil dog
I use to sit in my bed thinking devil had my arm
Till I wake up in the morning feeling better start
I try forgetting petty circumstances in my past

So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won

So bob ya head now, if you stuck in the slums
A put ya head down, when ya running from guns
They want ya dead now, buried under the sun
You put your trust in the one
The son who's claiming he won

Open up your windows dog feel a little sunlight
Internet dependance got you wasting all your free time
Deleting all your socials start to realise what is real life
Jumper cables used to offer engine in the night time
Resilience a trait that's lacking deep within a young life
Why you think I'm building levels blocking out a hard climb
Its time for us to prosper no more jumping over train line
Home is where the heart is Yeah I heard that from a great guy
Not from sour grape vine I thinks its best to learn a bit
Of patience for a long life
Are you on the wrong side often craving bong high
Put it down for clear sky
I'm crawling out my skin because Jesus saved a hung mind
Say it with some faith people start to question their life
My advice to you apply what is most high
Seasons come and go stuck in stasis is a fools lie
Where I get my strength from credit to the Lord right