Fashawn, Nas, Aloe Blacc - Something to Believe In lyrics

Guess I'm at a crossroads
Lost hope and I lost quotes
My heart smokes for the fire
That ya'll done provoked
For the disbelievers guess the game
Was missing the leader
Now they kissin' my sneakers
Lipstick on my Adidas word to the reverend
I'm runnin' this shit like Russell
Simmons, the game is the scrimmage
I'm just strechin' my muscles
These blasphemous bastards done acid
Hazardous, had to just smash on they ass
With this classic shit, Fash
Gave 'em the biz
Ya ain't even gotta ask if he
Do it till the casket dip
Believe it or not, legacy mean a lot
Fiendin' to reach for the top
Ya'll dreamin' that I drop
Down, high break, free from they Glocks
Make prisoners out in Rikers Island
Think outside the box
This couldn't have been predicted
By the Mayans
Wrestlin' with religion and science

Give me somethin', somethin' to believe in
Cause I'm lookin' for somethin'
Somethin' to believe in

Money getter 'til I'm a one percenter
Business is warfare, fuck you niggas
Edgar Hoover said stop the rise
Of a black messiah
The judge said charge teens as adults
Turn them to lifers
Us holy brush waves slowly
Tusk of ivory beside me
Thus no slave told me, don't try me
We enterin' the age of Aquarius
Where Ukrainian armies and US National
Guard tensions flarin' up
So unforgivin' is the universe
When you don't listen it's all written
That soul quenchin' gold you're missin'
Careful an ending in the
Destructive penal system
Where you're wild bark and your growls
Turn to meows and hissin'
I'm torn between religions
My necklaces represent
Many centuries of theories we all respect
But bare in mind
I'm just tryna see and hear the signs
At the terrible mind, lion screams
Got my stripes with a nine
They from front street, make believe block
Got an attitude avenue, liars lane
Your life ain't compatible, not to mine
You insane you belong in the liar society
You not as fly as me
The only music head that
Never slept with Superhead
Though I heard she suck like
State troopers and feds
Is off the hook tonight
If I don't bag Halle, I take a look alike
Last night we left the club with bottles
My future bright

Born in the Mississippi summer
White cotton, gold corn, black hunger
What a brother gotta do to earn a meal?
Emancipation proclaimed
Still turnin' the field