Just Politics - Termanology

It’s more politics

Just Blaze goodlookin'

One hand on the pad

Other hand is on the bag

In a Kaperneck jersey, I ain’t standing for the flag

Might as well be the Confederate, the way they so devilish

Treat men in blue above the law, like we irrelevant

Kill us on the camera, with little to no answer

And Ignorance is spread through the street, like it was cancer

Even Obama couldn’t do shit, but propaganda

Not even Sway, Ye' or Allen Iverson had the answer

Monopolies, turned to heath insurance policies

And student loans designed to keep you in poverty

Shorty, what you gon do wit ya life?

Are you gon spend 5 hours a day looking at likes

Or you gon get a education, and have you a revelation

That saving your soul leads your to permanent salvation

Or you go out drinking and falling for temptation

Thinking you sleeping with a person, you really sleeping wit Satan

Only thing you got when you die is ya legacy

And ya soul, let’s hope you ain’t sell it and live heavenly

The devil be, over your shoulder and he be plotting

So what now?

Now it’s up to you to stop him

Back in the game like I never left

I just spit it even harder each & every breath

I got two daughters, now I’m smarter

Ain’t no going left

I’m going straight to the top

My fans know me best

Just hit me with the beat, said it’s a loop wit no drums

So I’m a go in spit till I got no lungs

Every time I’m at bat, I hit a home run

The cyphers and boding rappers, that’s what I’m know from

I opened up my heart, poured it out for y’all

Let you consume a lil bit, like it’s alcohol

It’s not that I’m hating man, I’m just looking out for y’all

The type of shit y’all rap about, I wouldn’t talk about at all

End up like Bobby Shmurda

Doing time for the murder

When you could have been a wordsmith, spitting shit with a purpose

Looking at the game like a parent of a sick child

Hoping it’s something we can get thru, and we can fix now

Yeah we love the Henny and Moet, and sip that Cristal

But look in ya bank account, You ain’t probably got six thou

Corporations controlling your mind

What you see on ya TV and what you seeing online

Capital Hill conferences, just to keep you in line

But I ain’t tryna get too deep, I’m just tryna rhyme

They said we’d never have a black president, but we did

But for the future of the my kids, I continue to Dream B.I.G