DJ Kay Slay, Termanology, Locksmith - Dear America 2015 lyrics

Brothers and sisters Another exclusive
Brothers and sisters
Big shot to my homie Locksmith
Shout out to Termanology
I don't know what this world is gonna do
Kay Slay, Johnny King in the building
The Industry Purge
I don't know what this world is gonna do
Let's go Brothers and sisters
I don't know what this world is gonna do
It's that time Brothers and sisters
I do this for the street, fuck the industry
I don't know what this world is gonna do

Yeah, they say we living post racial space
No trace of iniquity
A platform that is lack form
If you wish to be
You could pull yourself by your booth
Strap if you lose track
It's your own fault if you don't
Walk the strict of it
We go to the voting polls
Pray to God and hope that those bureaucrats
That run this show don't kill us
Off and choke or souls
Second guess I don't suppose
Try they lock and close they doors
Every time I look a body drop
I won't compose
I won't settle down, I want to look at myself
I won't accept your good deed when
My freedom is on the Shelf
I won't play along and put on
A mask cuz you asked
Tell me to look at head cuz
You covering up the past
Till I pass you this antidote
Regardless if you can and don't
I give you my plea
What I see you cannot revoke
You can't invoke hostility out depression
Wouldn't trade it for the world
Such a beautiful blessing

Brothers and sisters, Brothers and sisters
I don't know what this world is is gonna do

Huh, truth spreading since day one
I bring a message
Kind a blessings and my shining necklace
Dropped a lot of lessons
The goons hungry and you looking
Like a lot a breakfast fuck the partner
I'm try'n to bottom on my long investments
Had a ratings in 12 countries in one month
Hit up 20 stages
Had my fans in the front drunk
I'm doing amazing, and no phasing me not once
Drop as many albums has Tupac and am not done
Running from the cop
Drunk hot and my shotgun
My cousin get'n home and he
Ready to rock some
The kings and the 9, 7, 8 and he not one
How do you still live in
The ghetto, cuz a pussy, i'm not one
BET Cipher or French Montana, rep for my hood
Yeah, your boy did damage
Last of the Boricuas
The shine on the cameras
Pick the gang through my eyes
The rhymes on the canvas