Education

[Intro: Yasiin Bey]

Ooh, maa Shakti, aaj pehli baar tum ne kaam ki baat ki hai

Education

They go in one way, they come out crazy

[Verse 1: Yasiin Bey]

Peace preparatory school, emperors and conquerors

Pharaohs and followers

Goblins and monsterers

Stone heart jewels and gold for the fools

The bones of the innocent is buckles on they boots

The jail overcrowded, they emptied out the school

See the devil twitchin', ears itchin’ from the truth

Strange fruit, cyanide, soufflé, and soup

It's tasty for a few and murder for the group

A dead-end street with a lemonade stand

Where is the sky in upside down land?

That question is hard if you can't see the stars

I’m really not sure, ask me tomorrow

I may not be here

I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight

Or both, but nah, son, I couldn't just chill

Everybody gigglin', that kid was gettin' killed

And I knew when I stood they would turn on me

And I don't need no more trouble with my sleep

So I did what I did and that's what it is

Tell the sheriff and the deputy I don’t give a fick

Tell my mama and my kin and all of y’all and them, it's like this

Get free or stay sick

And that’s it

An education

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Peace parishioners, onlookers, and listeners

Visitors keepin' the consumption conspicuous

Kids graduatin' from public schools and prisoners

Underprivileged, aboriginal, indigenous

Sent images of that family that got adopted

The president of some nonprofits is out of pocket

I heard the world ending is trendin', I tried to watch it

I focused on sinnin’ when winnin' was not an option

The system we compete against is farm-to-table

Hand-pickin' them ingredients, civil disobedience

Encyclopedia, definition of greediness

Gluttony, please take heed of who you treaty with

Me, Freddie, Flaco, and Shot never forgot though

That Plymouth Rock landed on top of new Morocco

Couldn't see who was firin' shots, the shooter got low

And left a burnin' cross on the lawn just like a pothole

I may not be here

I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight

They sayin' it's six bands or higher for the flight

So I may be a hitman for hire for the night

If you're figurin' this man's maniacal, you're right

Bar codes on the wristband, it's not an oversight

They intentionally expand, probably to extradite

If you wanna play blind, just look straight into the light

The puppeteers playin' you for spite

And worldwide, what we're payin' is the price

And that's life

An education

[Verse 3: Freddie Gibbs]

Wooden leather buck talk

China white with cut talk

Kane train, a ho could never put me in a Slut Walk

Education, trap-onomics, narcotic plug talk

My hands was right back in the birds soon as they took the 'cuffs off

Gotta feed your fuckin' wolves or they gon' feed on a nigga

It's quite ironic how all this ice'll keep the heat on a nigga

My cousin beat me for a pack and I put the beam on that nigga

And I don't gotta finesse the plug because I Deebo that nigga

Used to be piecin' O's, drop an opp like pop's stinky load

Last Friday hit by the pos, threw dope in the commode

Got off the stove and slowed my roll, I'm in the mosque now

But I'll still serve you a baked potato Bobby Johnson style

You ain't lit, you litter like Trump Twitter feed

Black mobster shit, I'm more Melvin Willams than Genovese

Them fist fights had me swappin' blood with my enemies

You ain't from no set if you wasn't gangbangin' in Little League

I may not be here

I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight

A million fuckin' dollars a year just won't suffice

Gotta factor in that more bad habits and the cost of life

Cost of life, uh

We stay so high, that's why we can't come up

My credit score is zero, I'm still pullin' Ranges up

Them cash counters is counteractive to paper cuts

Gas by a pump like when Dominique used to lace 'em up

I changed it up, I pray the streets don't take what's left of me

Drugs for the free, soul sold separately

Education