Lonely People by thisistheo.

Lyrics:
Nam1Sekatti:
Oh my God, this ain’t happening
All these brothers ain’t dying, pigs ain’t clapping
This ain’t real, do they feel? Where’s the action?
Where’s the mother fucking riots that burn castles?
Where’s the justice? Just diffraction
All I see is the division, simple fractions
Wake the fuck up, we’re all human
We’re all feeling on this planet, stop assuming
We’re all dying, we could be blooming
We’re all flowers, real power’s NOT consuming
Fucking products – that’s all they are, Cuz
If you opened up your eyes, you’d be a star, Cuz
They want filtration manifested on our information
They want us broken down, never our collaboration
Collaborate, concatenate, decapitate the haters
Drop the 40, more than that, they owe us many acres
Nah? You disagree? What’s your argument?
The contribution from free labor wasn’t permanent?
When Black Wallstreet came you sent your arsonists
Huh – now a lot of us street pharmacists
Then you throw us in the clink, give us time to think
How the fuck did Europeans dig up all our bling
From mother Africa? They raped our mother, brothers
They got us shooting at each other and take a knee to smother
George Floyd, taking lives! Real robbery
Can’t even jog, man, ask Ahmaud Arbery
Oh wait, racist fuckers came and took his life
And now I gotta tell my daughter that we have no rights
Stay inside, stay safe, how do I explain?
Why her parents don’t trust pigs, why they filled with hate?
All the sides need to stop with all the bullshit
So, our kids can grow up not dodging bullets

Theoretic:
From the beginning of mankind it’s been a trip
Evolutionized but still struggling to pay the rent
People love the craft streaming it around the world,
For the oppressed, displaced little boys and girls
Ground Zero this a war zone, somebody’s home
Congrats on a million followers, you still feel alone
Please elaborate on how you think they got your back
Feeding your illness, call them hypochondriacs
Pay no mind, accept them cookies and waive your rights
Enjoy the bill while they come and try’n save your life
But hey ignorance is bliss, take another sip, take another weekend, take another trip
A vicious circle they finna merk you and leave you purple
Just like burned us and overturned us it’s controversial
My heart goes out to y’all, watch these bitches rise and fall
Finna make this worthwhile while I’m still abroad
Donald Trump how’s it feel to be a back-stabber,
a bad actor with bad taste, an orange bastard
Your team “bully”, you been fully unfavorable
No Cease-Fire, no world peace, incapable
Best to you and your team, a trick know what I mean
The clip close to the seam, eyes close to the beam
I imagine a scene, my eyes caught in a dream
Pride up then I bleed, Y’all dwell up on the greed
Hard knock in the C, My shit gotta be G,
Put down for the Z, a shot caller indeed
A shot caller indeed, out here in the G
Here in the G, down for the Z

• Boom Bap
• Chicago Hip-Hop
• Hip Hop
• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Soul
• Underground
• Cologne