[Chorus: LOTTA GRAND]
Politicians are knittin’ a prison hidden in ribbons
Cut the ribbons, place your eyes on lies of an altruist’s vision
Seek a mission, bullet kissing, crucify these kid’s decisions
f*ck religion, I’m the villain, Muslim? Christian? Who’s tradition
My decision, live munitions, no one cares about your attention
— coloured children missing, maybe now you’ll f*cking listen
[Verse 1: LOTTA GRAND]
I don’t give a f*ck about no politics in rap
Stunting till the end, lyrics never coming back
Momma never coming back, never coming back
You only miss it when it’s gone, hol’ up, it’s a trap
f*ck, I miss her more she ain’t never coming back
But, this ain’t ‘bout b*tches, it ain’t ‘bout fun
Never coming back and I’m never playing dumb
Loneliness is tough even when you sipping rum
[Hook: LOTTA GRAND]
Courtesy, I heard cons’ sell the best guns
f*ck you heard, the Congress selling they guns
Courtesy, I heard cons’ sell the best guns
f*ck you heard, the Congress selling they guns
Courtesy, I heard cons’ sell the best guns
f*ck you heard, the Congress selling they guns
Courtesy, I heard cons’ sell the best guns
f*ck you heard, the Congress selling they guns
[Verse 2: LOTTA GRAND]
I’m tested, I’m invested in this rap, I’m hard and sh*t
Lyrics tested, forgetful harmful sh*t, on that bourbon sh*t
On that bourbon sh*t, 3, 2, Carter sh*t
They don’t card her sh*t, selling guns for hits
But I ain’t ‘bout that life, but, we got' be alright
She gon’ do it right, we gon’ do it right
And we gon’ f*ck that light, but they gon’ f*ck my life
But I don’t f*ck around like
[Chorus: LOTTA GRAND]
Politicians are knittin’ a prison hidden in ribbons
Cut the ribbons, place your eyes on lies of an altruist’s vision
Seek a mission, bullet kissing, crucify these kid’s decisions
f*ck religion, I’m the villain, Muslim? Christian? Who’s tradition
My decision, live munitions, no one cares about your attention
— coloured children missing, maybe now you’ll f*cking listen
[Outro: Malcolm X]
You don’t scare the Negroes today with no badge or no white skin or no white cheek, or no white anything else. The police is the same way. They put their club upside you head and then turn around and accuse you of attacking them. Every case of police brutality against the Negro follows the same pattern. They attack you, bust you all upside your mouth and then take you to court and charge you with assault. What kind of democracy is that? What king of freedom is that? What kind of social or political system is it when a black man has no voice in court?