Escape

You feel that?

That's the sound of the kids

With no fucks to give

With no luck for shit because

They didn't grow up as rich

That's the sound

That's the sound

That's the sound of niggas locked up in the pen

Doing a bid with more time then they should give

That's the sound of an oppressed nation

Tired of chasing villains that don't got no faces

That's the sound of a nation that

Don't got no patience for faux proclamations

Warlocks in churches in sacred locations

The sheriff's a Klansman, the judge is a Mason

Not to be biased and not what your faith is

But how do I trust my own country

And state that's more loyal to

Satan than their own occupation?

The system is rigged, if I vote will I change it?

Greed with consumers with no moderation

Blame for a beast I'm not sure I created

I'm not sure I'm created, like

I'm inside a game I'm not sure that I'm playing

It's a whole operation

Whether it's real or whether they staged it

Shit get so tense when I go out to

Places if I fuck around and sneeze

In the air I can break it

And people feel so violated

You feel what I'm feeling before I can say it

Before I can step in the studio to lay it

I know what my role is I know I ain't basic

But I guess the truth must hurt

I guess that's why they butt hurt

All the secrets that I unearthed

No stone left unturned

To learn to fly you gotta jump first

I touched the sky that's why I'm sunburnt

I change a life in only one verse

Welcome to the seventh pinnacle

Somewhere between the

Metaphysical and hella spiritual

I seen hell and hell is digital as well as visual

Hell is how they did the Aboriginal

Hell is when the innocent get murdered

And they don't arrest the criminal

Oh my, oh my god, oh my god

Take the steering wheel 'fore

I do something that I ain't intend to do

No interviews!

Pacing in my living room!

B.o.B. what's gotten into you?

You wiling you advantage

Shit like you are invincible!

People always ask me

"Jeez why you still living dude?"

Shit I wonder why I'm living too!

Why I'm living too

Why I'm living too

Say whats wrong with me?

Shit whats wrong with you?

'Cause me I'm feeling good

Me, I'm in my zone I look up in the sky

And I know this can't be home

And I know I ain't alone

They try to take me home

They try to sway the weak

And they try to break the strong, huh

But I'm not a quitter

God's child not God's dinner

On God I'm Godzilla

Try to plot, I'll make the plot thicker, huh

See the middle class got a lot slimmer

And the upper class got a lot richer

They want a revolt, they want you to riot

They want you to try it

They wanna provoke us to keep us divided

But the people are no longer quite

They say Bob they gon' to take you out

If you keep rhyming this way!

Huh, I say fuck it we all going to die anyway