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