i hear U.M.C like common pharrell
i move crowds for no common wealth
i only come and help
the thirsty to a common well
living like a preacher calm in hell
hoping the amens prevail
never taken back like a promise failed
choked up like a bong inhaled
i'm so gone on detail
like a premadonna's fingernail
fight or flight i do both like an armored shell
fawk tall you wouldn't stand at all rather harm yourself
trying to look pretty you only charm yourself
rather starve than farm yourself
yes i do know karma well
may come a day when i'll have to arm myself
i'll bet it all and burn the barn myself
never wipe the crumbs out
the side of your mouth
outside of your house
just outside of a drought
the starving homeless will put you south
have you turned around like a round-a-bout
treat your face like salutations and pound it out
talking about beef and grinding they already ground it out
they don't talk money they just sound it out
catch you jokers clownin around
asking why so serious and frownin around
have you like kanye and cam'ron down and out

lights out
