B.o.B - Bad Computer lyrics

I've traveled so far
Couldn't tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I have lived
Many battles I've fought
I've fought, and lost

Mass shooters black rulers
What's up to you half-truthers hotep-lujah
That's humor i'm past the rumors
I'm past the human the body is trash
A bad computer a ghost, a ghost
With massive tumors
Can't threaten a nigga like me
With death I'd be glad to do it
And sprinkle my ashes on my Mac computer
And rap into it while blastin' Future
And say that's the future thats the future

If you're lookin for trouble
You ain't gotta look far
Without the presence of dark wouldn't

The year is 5625
Niggas is clappin' and stompin' in church
Waiting for Jesus to come back alive
Niggas is still (conscious)
Waiting on ET to come out the sky
Stop all these crimes
Mentally ill and out of their mind
Niggas-niggas-niggas-niggas is still awaiting
For Flint to get some supplies
Niggas is still like "Damn, I was just
Talkin' to so-and-so the other day
How did they die? Why?" niggas is still
(conscious)
Waiting for politicians to admit
That they lied since we all comrades
(let them niggas pre-locked up
In them contracts)
You accept that it's generous
Just 'cause the man let his boot off
Your neck just a little bit
If that shit - if that shit
- if that shit was threatening
You wouldn't know that it did exist
They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they
Would've hid that shit from you
Like all of your history
They brought - they brought
They brought Bill Nye
Back from the dead just to get at me
They sent so many agents my way
I could start an agency
(You are nearly conscious)
It's all about branding, all about
Branding, feel like a fraternity
Niggas wanna brand me
Niggas want Grammys, niggas want families
Niggas think I'm crazy
I don't own a damn thing
Where the fuck's the manual?
They can't understand me
They can't understand me
All that shit must go, all
That shit is trash, there is not a Plan B
(You are nearly conscious)
Where do all of that go
Where we gon' end up, where we all landing?
This is just a shit-show, this
Is just a Citgo, i am only passing
(You are nearly conscious)

I've traveled so far
Couldn't tell you how far
Feels as though I have been
A million places at once
Many lives I have lived
Many battles I've fought
I've fought, and lost
If you're looking for trouble
You ain't gotta look far
Without the presence of dark
Wouldn't be any stars you may know who I am
But do you know who you are?
(You are, you are)
These roads, they don't go nowhere
These highways are a dead end
I've had my share of losses
I've had my share of lessons
And I sure know what hell is
And I ask you this question
If we, ourselves, ain't perfect
Then how could we know what heaven is like?