Spitty, Lush Lightyear - Revolution lyrics

Sitting in kindergarten till I
Got gunned down
Walking with my hoodie on till I got run down
Media new mercenaries giving
Out the runaround in a house of pain land
Mines make you jump around
I can see the end through my Baldwin glasses
Still need money for a grave and a casket
Capital greed got us grazing and gasping
Pyramid schemes with a degree and a campus
All I see is ashes death by the masses
Still we keep it pushing
That hope is everlasting
12 monkeys dancing one for every hour
For the power turn a coward
To a hero Jack Bauer
How the flowers still grow in a city so cold?
Where the world's greatest show is
Decided by a vote
Ha ha it's all fear and facade
Prestige off your dreams then
Cease for applause

Get your lighters up high
This the revolution keep it moving till I die
Get your lighters up higher
Crime runs the city now the city's on fire
Get your lighters up high
This the revolution keep it moving till I die
Get your lighters up higher
Crime runs the city now the city's on fire

Man these boys look thirsty
Think they need some pani
I'm with brown boy Spitty
And a prince from Saudi
Better back up off me
Man this shit get crowded
We go stupid with it
Like we dropped out college
Boy I know you want the bands
Want to spill that coin
Flexing on your Instagram just
To fill that void why you care about the
Likes while you unemployed?
Will sell your soul to devil
Just to cop Rolls Royce
Man you talking real loud
Better drop your voice
Man you ain't a gang banger
Better stop that noise
Better put the gun down boy that ain't no toy
Shit I'ma kill you fucking kids
Boy I been pro choice look I'm losing oxygen
I just want freedom
So that's just a consequence
They just want money
And that's just a problem then
Ain't that shit funny?
How they just want compliments
I ain't just anybody
And that's what my mama said
That's what my mama told me
When I had no confidence
I wanted monetary and all the accomplishments
But she said that's momentary unless
You got common sense
But they on that common path and
They think these commas last
It's all about money and cash
Until they kiss karma's ass
Why they think they working when I
Don't see no farmer's tan?
Why they say they run shit but
Who really in charge of them?
Our leaders ain't talking sense
Ain't no fucking promise land
They sit around and profit while
They do a Madonna dance
But really they got no plans
Just stir up some drama damn
And that's how politicians run the
World in pajama pants
I'm ducking the MAGA hats saying
Fuck all the autocrats
They take us for a spin
Rinsing cash like a laundromat
Not saying I got the plan
Or even a solid chance
But put that shit in writing it's all a joke
Comic Sans

Get your lighters up high
This the revolution keep it moving till I die
Get your lighters up higher
Crime runs the city now the city's on fire
Get your lighters up high
This the revolution keep it moving till I die
Get your lighters up higher
Crime runs the city now the city's on fire