The Myth Hold Weight

These stories run deep These stories run high Project steps keep going to the afterlife These stories speak daddy's lullabies Christian Goldeneye fallen Malachi The government's suicide, overdose on pride Mirror mirror on the wall, divided we fall Invited to the chamber hall of the slaughterhouse We all voted red, we all lost our heads so you ain't get the word of mouth Just a visit isn't over when the reptilians out Dinner party at the devil's house, fear god was the [panty blouse?] Memories faded They don't love me like they love you Is it because I'm Black or they want me black and blue Another ignorant truth imaginary noose We gettin' killed out here, hashtag Condos and body bags run high on NASDAQ We want our money back printed on fresh cotton And a glass of blood from the Confederate fountain That run through the Blue Ridge Mountains Stopped at Mount Hood Knights ride up the mountain and scream manhood It scream manhood From sea to sea to shining sea, oh say can you Please put some more land upon the menu And don't let death compliment you no matter how ugly you feel Fix up look sharp! They will sell you back your heart so you can load up guns for your art Everything falls apart North Philly rooftop view Purple heart scar tissue We scream we under your gun Hit and run under a ton our mother's son The son of many with less than plenty before us Hitchhike tour bus on bare feet Concrete feet jungle river Watch out for the killer, Jim Crow gorilla It was a thrilla but now the thrill is gone And we all sing along, cum drunk dazed out dumb Deaf to the dreams before they come Looping trauma Looping trauma escape the drama All actors benefactors of evil Mislead you to not even believe you Escape the drama Escape the drama Hollywood snakes piranhas Snake opera, rat Madonna, Great Britain Americana Before and behind your time to remind ya Escape the drama Escape the drama But the myth hold weight like The myth hold weight like All the money from cotton, right Like all the money from cotton, right The myth hold weight like The myth hold weight like All the money from sugar, right Like all the money from sugar, right Build the street turn right At the stoplight where I read my rights And I read my wrongs Guess I'm not going home