Evergreen Gardens

Yeah
Dad's mowing the lawn
Mom is in her garden
Go find your peace

We don't pay attention to the president or government
Politicians only been concerned with finding something that
They can use to entertain the public with, get their profits doublin'
America the Beautiful? Nah, she's just an ugly bitch
Kendrick must be playin', put some makeup on
Everything exaggerated, please don't take it wrong
I'll always lay it on thick like some Grey Poupon
I'm here to make you think about it, fuck a radio song, look
I don't rap for dead presidents, I'd rather see the president said
Something truthful, spoke something to move you
Brought hope to the future, nah, fam, we don't trust ya
I'm back to the music, this where I feel comfy
Gimme something to think 'bout, not something to fact check
Popularity contest, no such thing as bad press
Man, life was simple back, then
Nobody got stage presence, why's everybody actin'?
Look, look - I don't rap for dead presidents
I'm just vibin' to "How Much A Dollar Cost?"
Hi God, how much does a higher power cost?
How much do you get paid by the hour, boss?
Never got my flowers, but at least I know my mamas in her garden, lost
In her thoughts with my father puttering around the yard
Studio equipment was the only thing that I have bought
How much would you pay to find yourself when you so down and out?
Would you like to round up to support the starving artist, y'all?
Yeah, yeah, didn't think so, spend money on drink, though
I love my neighbors like my ma wavin' to Mrs. Rinko
Ain't no tattoos on me, I got enough ink, so
I'm talkin' right now, what would I need a fuckin' shrink fo'
Just let me go and watch 'em all fall down like Plinko
I've had my ducks in a row, man, life's a game of bingo
You could make it rain, I see, but I prefer a sprinkle
Curiosity in my genes, and not a pair is wrinkled
I'm questionin' the whole system
Since age 12, baby, and I swear I won't listen
You want mo' money, mo' power, mo' prisons
I want mo' wisdom, boy, I'm so, so different
I'm living on my own piece of land that I've created, dear
I don't know the acreage it's on, and I don't even care
Yeah, I thought I made it clear, it's my safe haven here
I don't reminisce cuz next year gon' be my favorite year
Y'all created life as we know it, now, ain't it funny, uh
Money makes the man, who made the man who made the money, uh
Y'all savin' for that rainy day fund, now, ain't ya, dummy
When money don't mean nothing, baby, every day is sunny
See, I don't need A Milli, just gimme something to rap 'bout
If ain't it 'bout the cash, no reason that I should cash out
Life is movin' fast now, whoa now, please slow down
I just hope the next president bumped "Mr. Morale"
Hope you find some peace
Mr. President