and there's a Thousand People After Me
i Got to Kill up all these Bastards see
make Sure that it is Passed to Me
I burn it Cuz it kill the Stress
Cuz really what i Live on a Daily Basis
I need a couple Weeks at Best
proceed i Must indeed with Weed
Godspeed to all the Buddha Sess
I'm Just a baby new to This
I know im getting through to This
or Maybe getting through to Who?
And really Who the hell are You?
But Really who the Hell am I?
And really who the Hell are We?
and Really what The hell is This?
This ain't the Place i want to Be
i Look down at my Little Seed
And wipe the Tears up off her cheeks
once In a While every Couple weeks
I Wander through these deadly Streets
with Nothing in my Brain but Anger
one of These Days I'ma have to Hang her
No Respect like Dangerfield
my Neighborhood like Cloverfield
I'm holding on to Promises
That already Been Unfulfilled
What are We supposed to Be?
More forgotten Casualties
we're Looked at as Commodities
Could it be that Possibly
Its FALSIFIED PHILOSOPHIES
What are We supposed to Be?
(Vekz) As Im Observing From the Sky I
prepare My Flesh for Atmospheric traveling
Passages through my Minds Eye)
I'm Beastin' it this year for Real
I Dare you try and Cross my Path
I'm leaving nothing in My Wake
unless they are in my Aftermath
I never had a lot of Cash
and Frankly i dont Give a Damn
Forget about the Dividend
my Favorite Game was Kick the Can
Was searching for a Helping Hand
was Suffering with Purpose
Cuz in Turn it made me who I am
theres People who Observe us
And they Watching with Binoculars
maneuver through Metropolis
They Cry upon Sarcophaguses
Your guaranteed a Quicker Death
Now putting all that to the Side
im trying Not to Lose my Focus
im Deadly like a Plague of Locusts
Jibber Jabbing Knives that Poke us
all We are is Slabs of Meat
Theres mothers with they Children homeless
Living in the Dirty Street
im Choking up can Barely Speak
and Realized that we the Wise
But Marketed Like Deli Meats
What are We supposed to Be?
More forgotten Casualties
we're Looked at as Commodities
Could it be that Possibly
Its FALSIFIED PHILOSOPHIES
What are We supposed to Be?
(Vekz) As Im Observing From the Sky I
prepare My Flesh for Atmospheric traveling
Passages through my Minds Eye)
The Futures full of Enemies
and Had to Live in an Efficiency
I'm Getting Older Urgency
There's Devils playing Tricks on Me
they Poking me and Burning Me
There has to be a Better Way
the Grass is always Greener
Tell me How you Feel Today?
i Tell you what I'm Feeling Rotten
Looking for an Opportunity to Bug
What are We supposed to Be?
More forgotten Casualties
we're Looked at as Commodities
Could it be that Possibly
Its FALSIFIED PHILOSOPHIES
What are We supposed to Be?
(Vekz) As I'm Observing From the Sky I
prepare My Flesh for Atmospheric traveling
Passages through my Minds Eye)