The Solution
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[Verse 1 - Jackie Hill Perry]
How you feel about seeing babies on the street with the heat
Who eats when there's beef and it's cold out, north pole no clothes winter goes down in the city
In the city ain't a bit of pretty, coppers missing robbers just to get a penny
Justice system sicker than a intervention given to individuals with limited images, with intimate visuals
Solve the Most High, most die in this jungle watch the crows fly
I grow tired in the summer when the bones rise, the chrome cried in his stomach when his soul died
How many murders in an hour prolly 4-5, only time they got power when they hold 9's
It only took 3 days for the One to rise, I know they tired of walking crooked cause they walking blind
They want power they'll find it when they put it down , it's up in heaven they most ever in the days cause they weaker than they realize
Tell 'em life ain't ours don't waist time, tryna find life in everything that's finna die
Don't let 'em lie to 'em, give 'em evidence of heaven when you ride through 'em
We gotta tell 'em it's something better in heaven embedded in everything efforts and ever been evident excellent and it's God
[Hook]
When I overcame that novocaine
I was numb to the shots from that gun
I was living so insane oh I'm so ashamed
But I'm done living life on the run forever
The moment you realize that this is realer than it seems
Wish you could open your eyes and realize it's all a dream
I wanna wake up, I wanna wake up
From this nightmare I wanna wake up
But I'm right here when I wake up
When I wake up
[Verse 2 - Eshon Burgundy]
In the city of death looking for the tree of life and appear 23 knights
Blessed that I'm looking for it in the first place could be a different scenario the worst case
Take an aerial shot of my block see the glock of an officer pop a kid
That's how it is in the ghetto Metropolis, way before the introduction of stop and frisk it was killer
Hopeless a dream defer fiend drop a dope dish and a needle by the curb
Heroin is a heroin a deliverer savior a medicine for some
Cold night, cold pipe full of hot fire, praying to the dope god they don't even know God
How many killers in the night Jackie 4-5? I took three shots that was back in '95
Nowadays they'll kill for a G-Shock trigger click boom bang sounding like a beat-box
Thank God for God tho, take a hoodlum and turn him to an apostle
Turn a simple brush stroke into a Picasso, turn the death of His only Son into the gospel that's deep
That's to let you know that true love is not cheap, I oppose what false prophets preach in the street
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Jackie Hill Perry]
I hear the blood of Able screaming from the street when it speaks we don't hear it but we fear it from his own mouth
Bullets rippin' through a whip just for listening to hits the heart retents was darker then a car parked with kids
I wonder if the heart was kin bullet looking for darker sin who's the target then it's all over
Some Pallbearers we all lovers, we all jealous and Paul tells we all zealous of death, Russian roulette
Click click who's next is it you, did a witch put a hex on the youth
Kaleidoscope trigger sin covers when they shoot, put the text in they chest red letters in they roof, look up
Sign labels to the death and it's proof that the hand take a man when the dark and rebuke
Feet of the beast in the belly of the streets tryna eat but the Priest shed His blood for the fruit
[Hook]
[Verse 4: The Problem - Jackie Hill Perry]
Look up in the sky I spy a time line of blind vultures
Blind rhymes style the fabric of the timed culture
Soaked in Satan lies find another kinda lotion
Cloaked in a disguise signed the dotted line it's over
I told 'em find another ride cuz this roller-coaster’s stolen
Going to a fate you won't believe hocus-pocus
Throwing dreams in the face of zzzs till he woken
Growing MC's that sow seeds of heavens Roses
Rosen risen he did it death is slaughtered
Our daughters bartering souls for attention
Ought a be heard if only the audible row would listen itching for words
Lotta research going towards a hole and they dig it
Gotta be words flowing for heavens sake of the mission
Owing nobody nothing them bluffing bustas are finished
This pen ain't pensions it's mentions what sinners don't wanna deal with
Filled with the Vision of slaves lynch 'em for tented pigment
See that bus get in the back act like its proven
That academics do actually lack in the black communion
Schools are lacking the facts lacking the staff they foolish
They plastic wrapping the masses the masters grabbing they nooses
Bastard habits from lacking the happy daddy influence
They ratta ta tat tat and they clap at the back of children
They action backwards they blacker than the backward task of Judas
Laughter is the reaction when I ask if they master Jewish
Laughter is the reaction ask if they master Jewish
Go backwards a little faster past the actions of Judas
Go forward a little more and last till the masters through
Grasping the massive truth that's surpasses the attitude
That Adams passive pursuit when he was passed the actual fruit
It ain't over to the fat lady sings go grab a flute
Sax playing the soundtrack of demons singing the blues
A holiday with Molly the same as cane with a different hue
A dope a rope generation an Ali kinda rebuke
The violence is silent the pilot tried to remind you you
Only one thing is true honey what you gon do
Money is at the root when they come looking for you?
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