Bambu - Sun In A Million lyrics
[Bambu - Sun In A Million lyrics]
I'm always super cautious when they talk
The nuances of politicians throw me off
Then they dilute it and feed it
To you in the news
So it be stepped on and skewed by
The time it get to you homie
We talking business in America
Where lobbyists control the beat and
Tempo of the opera
The fat lady can't afford the right care
And brown girl taught she got
A buy the right hair
Citizens aware and like a three
Legged chair they broke
So the NSA is fine, who cares?
Drones in the desert drones in your yard
Schools need teachers not security guards
Schools need books not no windows with bars
A credit card will knock you over that's
Why they call it a charge
And while you push the rock forward
They might give you charge
Spend a billion on a stadium
And you got charged
Son of a gun son of a gun
Son of a gun son of a gun
I'm William Foster in a short sleeve
And a pistol grip shottie
I don't trust the makers of
The gun law shawty
Ain't nobody said they coming
In my front door
Trying to take away the rifles
Out my floor board
I rather they concentrate on issues 'bout us
Instead they spend a million
Trying to pacify us
Tell us that the fabric of
An institution full of flaws
Should be sacred
To a man and a women and I pause
I done been divorced and on top of being me
The issue was with marriage to
A woman really means
Fire off another round, party in the sun
Medusa in my chest turning
Stones out my lungs
And like my uncle used to say
Inshallah hope I die with a smile on my face
Son of a gun without an extra magazine
I got violence in my genes
Pistol in my jeans son of a gun
Son of a gun son of a gun
Son of a gun son of a gun
The nuances of politicians throw me off
Then they dilute it and feed it
To you in the news
So it be stepped on and skewed by
The time it get to you homie
We talking business in America
Where lobbyists control the beat and
Tempo of the opera
The fat lady can't afford the right care
And brown girl taught she got
A buy the right hair
Citizens aware and like a three
Legged chair they broke
So the NSA is fine, who cares?
Drones in the desert drones in your yard
Schools need teachers not security guards
Schools need books not no windows with bars
A credit card will knock you over that's
Why they call it a charge
And while you push the rock forward
They might give you charge
Spend a billion on a stadium
And you got charged
Son of a gun son of a gun
Son of a gun son of a gun
I'm William Foster in a short sleeve
And a pistol grip shottie
I don't trust the makers of
The gun law shawty
Ain't nobody said they coming
In my front door
Trying to take away the rifles
Out my floor board
I rather they concentrate on issues 'bout us
Instead they spend a million
Trying to pacify us
Tell us that the fabric of
An institution full of flaws
Should be sacred
To a man and a women and I pause
I done been divorced and on top of being me
The issue was with marriage to
A woman really means
Fire off another round, party in the sun
Medusa in my chest turning
Stones out my lungs
And like my uncle used to say
Inshallah hope I die with a smile on my face
Son of a gun without an extra magazine
I got violence in my genes
Pistol in my jeans son of a gun
Son of a gun son of a gun
Son of a gun son of a gun