All Dead

Illusionary smoke From the stuff they puff HR Block Can't stop the big bad wolf When they huff and puff And knock ya down Bulls eye mark Then they stalk you down The fool on the hill With the smirk and crown See how that sounds A little unrational Public service announcement To all the free nationals Second class vaginal Yep they get fucked That's why they stuck In the same place Confetti and stuff With that Same o'lame o'real Same o'deal My state Same ol'steal And it's frozen like ice In the coldest place Where that space be Can't even be traced It's the poppy field To the leaf worker's bag The bag to the boat To catch wind drag The boat to the post But no one on coast Like they supposed to They all disappear Like ghosts The boat to port Report to their suppliers Supply to the cops Now who's to work for hire Them young Moorish Messiahs Who want them rims and tires With the toys in their pocket That can spit out fire The drug trafficker To actor on the set The black momma To baby Who ain't born yet From the table to the nose The cons and pros You know how it go All dead All dead If you knew what I knew You would do what you do All dead All dead If you heard what I said All dead is what I read And I ain't playing All dead All dead All dead is what I read And what I'm saying ain't unusual All dead All dead Dope man All dead is what I read I ain't trying to confuse you bro