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Now I can sit behind this mic and say go vote
Away the power by lead shower some of y'all think y'all tote
Cuz your bag is empty cuz your mad and envy those who look like they got more
Which could range from higher wealth to classes low
All they know is that they worked for they got or credit that to they folk
But the only thing you see, is that they have something you want
Or they have something you don't whether you rich or you poor
But I ain't never seen someone with money scared to up they score
But that's not the only thing I came to talk about
That's monetary rich to wealth it's just a small amount
Because there's happiness and dreams and there's families and teams
There's many things some souls can't even hit they teens before carving out
Just cause you want it bad don't mean others can't want it now
Too many kids we losing to quitters on shit when they barely thought it out
Cuz one door closed and another opened but fear that alt'ed route
Then barricade that one cuz if they can't then no one walking out
Heads still heavy, diplomas still shredding
One person short at the wedding, news reporters still breaking message
Can't even say we living through this Armageddon
When that house in DC icy white despite all the blood shedding
It's honestly pathetic
Countries we see as smaller powers with bigger pushes for better methods
And I ain't talking politics or picking sides
I'm tryna figure out if y'all see the same shit in front of my eyes
Sometimes I question myself how I'm even still alive
Why I deserve to live enough years to even ask the why
Yes I'm strong behind faith but so are many more to rest they lay
From waiting for recess to play to pick up at the end of day
Thankful nobody got either first when they kneel down and pray
More uncertainty with simple questions like "are we okay?"
It's so much I can say while sitting speechless, but who am I to preach this
Just another man using a blessing as a beacon
But I am not the savior or the reverend or the deacon
I'm just as lost as y'all but one of few that recognizes pride as weakness
Where's a beacon air is thick and reeking
Life feels more temporary b in being in this free country
Only thing free I'm seeing is free bullets in brothers
Try'n find a home aside the homicide seems like su- to a number
White bread without us ain't nothing no butter stale and still crusty
We the ones that was stolen to make sure y'all shit ain't musty
We the ones like TVs in the fifties that gave life a color presence treated like cluster
Your weapons the brooms and dusters
Who reppin' the house of busters that's ghosting powers of reason
Bet the feds could reach my door quicker convicting this verse as treason
When victims running and screaming still braver than local precincts
Bullet proof vests and badges second-line to tanks and white tees
See I ain't only sit here tryna tell y'all to go vote
I'm tryna see how much more blood will shed fore I buy me a boat

Mr. Duffle Bag check the roll call