[Verse:]
Clear skies, troubled minds...that's balance
I just want to get paid money for my talents
I just want to recognize the name on the ballot
I just want the fucking vote count to be valid
It's a battle though
And in the end
They gone tell them lies like the Alamo
Pondering purchasing a calico
Even though I'm for gun control
It's a crazy globe
Grandma used to say, "Heap see. Only few know."
You and I know
That's dinero
It ain't fair though
Been that way since Pharaohs
And sphinxes
Shh don't you jinx it
Don't even think it
Don't celebrate till after the banquet
'Less we blow it 'fore we blow up
Some niggas get shook, they don't even show up
I can sympathize but that ain't how I grew up
With white folks in red hats
Look just like the Ku Klux
I just need a few bucks and some distance
I ain't missing shit from skipping the convention
Ain't this the same thing that just gave us a Clinton
I just pray the sins I'm complicit are forgiven
Been opted out of the white fence and a pension
Fuck a tradition
One life and that whole thing is for living
One condition
Fuck a tradition
One chance and you better spend it living
Can't you tell?
credits
from Cold Agenda,
released March 20, 2020
written by Glenn Saddler
produced by Tomorrow Omari
mixed by PH.D-Lovely