Drown out the noise in celebratory ways.
I can’t believe the selections of undying praise
Windup dolls off their predetermined paths
I’m watching from the same place the spook sat
Make a way black man or die with your fingers crossed
Survival mode where the red clay meets the pavement
We niggas, so we all glitches in the matrix Searching for a home in the world lacking for applause
Looking to the sky expecting Pizza Planet claws Death from above it rained embalming fluid
The populus was questioning when you trace the origins of a manufactured scandal
To be the taxidermy on some white supremacist mantle.