Where Is It At?

Intro

Uh

Yeah

They thought I was gone

But a soldier never really dies nigga

It's just a different century

Same old bullshit

Verse 1

I'm lookin' at the state of this game

Motherfuckin' puppets chasin' digital fame

I built this throne out of bricks and my blood

Now they floodin' the block with these rappers in mud

Mumble somethin' in the mic like you losin' your breath

While these motherfuckin' vultures keep prayin' for death

Politics got us cornered in the back of the cell

Where the water is poisoned and the planet is hell

War on drugs was a myth for the tv screens

Now it's fentanyl pills and these shattered dreams

Strategy

Tragedy

I'm the last of a breed

Waitin' for a motherfuckin' leader to lead

Verse 2

Every bitch on the net want a slice of the pie

But nobody looks at the mother next door in the eye

Hennessy in my glass for the niggas I lost

I'm countin' the bodies and tallying the cost

Every line that I drop is a mirror to the street

I refuse to get quiet or retreat from the heat

They claimin' they thugs but they posin' for clicks

Playin' tricks with the life for the motherfuckin' fix

Look at the kid with the gun and the hoodie on tight

Ain't nobody tell him he can survive through the night

Enemies

Destiny

God judge me now

'Cause this motherfuckin' world don't remember how

Verse 3

Systemic malice in the palm of they hands

Tryna bury our spirits in these stolen lands

Police chief smilin' while the precinct burns

Nobody learns how the cycle returns

I feel the paranoia creepin' up inside my chest

Restin' my head where the wicked find no rest

Die slow to the cowards who be sellin' their soul

For a piece of the platinum and the industry control

Mothers still cryin' over children in dirt

Nothin' changed but the fashion and the way that it hurt

Injustice

Disgust

It's a motherfuckin' shame

Burn the whole thing down in the Pac-man name

Verse 4

I'm seein' clones of the shadows I left in the sun

Everybody tough 'til they facin' the gun

Melodies dyin' in a auto-tune blur

Talkin' 'bout jewelry like they don't know who we were

This era is cold and the spirit is thin

Tryna find where the soul and the rhythm begin

Maybe I stayed just to watch the decline

Of a kingdom I built that no longer is mine

Fuck the world 'til it wakes from the motherfuckin' sleep

Keep your head up even when the water is deep

Spirituality

Reality

The end of an age

Flip the motherfuckin' script and I tear out the page

Instrumental Outro