Morals (feat. Hadori)

Everything dystopian everywhere I go
My eyesight knows what's in its bounds and what I don't
Praying that every last lie's white, they're blackened like mold
Morals don't make money, can't buy out a Summer home, yeah
It's all bad when forty hours stretch like elastic
And my money always seeming stuck in the past tense
Everything aching from a twin sized mattress
And all my clothes sewn or secondhand, how I have it
Nobody pays bills, 'cause nobody gettin' old
When old men moneyspreading cash just to boast
And you know the shit's laundered, so they tax rates low
Meanwhile, you struggling to do it on your own

I wanna get out of this place, 'cause everybody's the same
I just wanna breathe, meditate
Ey
Open up the gates
None of these niggas can think
They on the same wave
All of these niggas be sheep
They think the same way
Rodin' round town with a witch
Ey
That mean yo' bitch
Ey
Nigga ran off with the scripts
Ey
I got blueprints
Ey
I don't rock none of yo' shit
I wear unique fits, nigga
All of these niggas be blind
They mysoginist, nigga
Took a hit of 'cid, now I'm stumbling
Hmm, yeah
Mind so gone and y'all struggling
Hmm, yeah
Waiting for a change, y'all keep fumblin'
Hmm
Mixed perception is the reason that we crumblin'
Hmm, yeah
Answer's not that simple when the whole world's on yo' spine
They judge you from the start until you lose yourself with time
If you don't lose yourself, you must replace the ones in line
The ones in line will rape and change, displace the force within our spine

The ones in line will rape and change, displace the force within our spine



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Writer(s): Brett Hayes
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