[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron]
It stands out on a highway
[Verse 1: Soro]
My life is like 3 open mics
I know the secret of the poltergeist
Potent enough to possess, but never enough to overwrite the soul the heart is stone the tongue is gold reverse the roles and what do you have (we call that home)
We ain’t had that since 1993
Face tougher battles than the sailors at the mighty seas
My mama told me learn to run you need to chase your drеams
Well in my rest I often see thе green white and green but (free!!)
Free from the serpents, (free) from the lurking, (free) from the ugly under the surface, (free) from our tenure as servants, (free)dom is mercy, you heard me!
Said my life is like 6 open mics (open mics)
Don’t walk alone at night (night)
These stars is way too bright (too bright)
You might get lost (yeah, yeah)
A change has never happened overnight (night)
We pulling straws out of hats, be careful where you put that, you might just break the camel
I wanna see all cabal members end up in shambles
We all can ball without em
21 understand me
Now hide the women, hide the kids, hide your fucking grannies
We take his crown and turn it red like he’s fucking Annie
[Bridge: Gil Scott-Heron & Soro]
It stands out on a highway
Like a creature from another time
(Another time, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: Soro]
My life akin to Peter Parker
I harken back to when I turned 15 developed my superpowers of rhythmic talking
Remember when we thought ****** was the green goblin? (heh)
We get fucked, no protection
Headshot, Smith and Wesson
Legs rot, we can’t support the weight (the weight)
We’ll see a change just not today today’s for earth and space (but wait)
28 days it takes the moon I think that we can wait, I think we say our grace and break the bread
A horse can feed but not be fed
Allow the world to see our head, then forge a(head)
They eat us in the name of freedom, turn the other cheek they beat us
Sword or shield, a leader switch between
A prince, a king, a queen the hierarchy
What really matters? Is it money or power?
From my standing the former only results from climbing up the crowded ladder
My standards is a bad woman and no one else can have her
Standard that I equate power with women keep it straight
Samson conquered hordes of men, Delilah took his fate
That’s why all these niggas out here rapping about bitches tryna get some
This beat done got repetitive let’s move on to the next one
[Part II]
[Intro: Gil Scott-Heron & Soro]
Just thirty miles from Detroit
(We caught one, they all finna fall yeah we caught one, they all finna fal-)
[Verse 3: Soro]
Put his head on the front porch in July!
No halloween decorations
Father Christmas sat me on his lap
Asked me what I want my heart on 110
Thinking of what’ll happen on 1/10
64 years, cheers to shedding more tears
Here lies a corpse we been plotting on him all year
Off with his head get it shipped to PH
36 body parts we give one to each state
Take that ship and burn it down give marine life a plate
The green white and green stained, the greed finna end to day
Cut the hydra head, ruin the remains
Hiding heads in fridges, questionable bridges get (blazed)
On va finir par le faire comes le francais l’ont fait (ay)
Blood for blood run it all day all day (ay)
Ring around the roses, pocket full of posers dismiss you, dismiss you
They all, fall, down!
