[Still Breathing?]

I used to think the stars were our blessings
then my teachers told me differently
and left me questioning
the authencity of my reasoning
fuck society, we ain't leaving no legacy
ignoring the poor, teaching the rich
i'm sucked in to all the sins the world don gave me
Shit got me high on hennessy and weed
Its messed my up mind so i'm mesmerized
By the ignorance of our leaders
the followers, the money hungry hypocrites
Who can't see that they've become cannibals
I'm perplexed, haunted by the thoughts of tomorrow
Am i gonna be there? Or will my body be stone cold
lifeless in a ditch, as they try to bury me quickly
Cursed to be a revolutionary
This is my second coming
You still not hollering i bet you can't hear me
If you try hard enough i bet you can find me
This is a letter to all my unborn seeds.

[Still Breathing?]

I used to think the stars were our blessings
then my teachers told me differently
and left me questioning
the authencity of my reasoning
fuck society, we ain't leaving no legacy
ignoring the poor, teaching the rich
i'm sucked in to all the sins the world don gave me
Shit got me high on hennessy and weed
Its messed my up mind so i'm mesmerized
By the ignorance of our leaders
the followers, the money hungry hypocrites
Who can't see that they've become cannibals
I'm perplexed, haunted by the thoughts of tomorrow
Am i gonna be there? Or will my body be stone cold
lifeless in a ditch, as they try to bury me quickly
Cursed to be a revolutionary
This is my second coming
You still not hollering i bet you can't hear me
If you try hard enough i bet you can find me
This is a letter to all my unborn seeds.

[Still Breathing?]

I used to think the stars were our blessings
then my teachers told me differently
and left me questioning
the authencity of my reasoning
fuck society, we ain't leaving no legacy
ignoring the poor, teaching the rich
i'm sucked in to all the sins the world don gave me
Shit got me high on hennessy and weed
Its messed my up mind so i'm mesmerized
By the ignorance of our leaders
the followers, the money hungry hypocrites
Who can't see that they've become cannibals
I'm perplexed, haunted by the thoughts of tomorrow
Am i gonna be there? Or will my body be stone cold
lifeless in a ditch, as they try to bury me quickly
Cursed to be a revolutionary
This is my second coming
You still not hollering i bet you can't hear me
If you try hard enough i bet you can find me
This is a letter to all my unborn seeds.