Verse 1

I'm sick, somewhere I must of caught diseases

From Marshall cause for some reason I just can't stop succeedin'

Its partially from being lost at sea

Feeling like I can walk with ease while even being part palegic

I'm the philosophies prodigy of prophecy like Socrates

A lot to see like world renowned soccer teams

You're probably not following, so I soul heartily

Swear weak is not me, when you think great

Well ya thought of me

Its seems I came into a world in atrocity and possibly

I've subconsciously thought I'd stop some policies

That let our politics and politicians start to cop our things

The war on drugs is to put the only dealers in the pharmacies

Apart from the hypotheses, a skill like carpentry or botany

Is probably the most valuable thing like property!

Trust me, I'm honest constantly. Pardon me

I'm just lost for words and paused perturb, my apologies

But I'll still sing

Hook

Be da bop x4

This needs to stop, this need or thought that lets the people to be beat by cops

Its almost like no matter what they couldn't give a shit if we're pleased or not

As useless as tooth less shark, prove that you can have a new fresh start

Be da bop x4

At three my moms would read some awful story about how to beat the odds

I've tried to be the man that she could look up at and see in stars

But now I bet she looks down on me ever since I've seized this art

Verse 2

My childhood was something more like now you should

Stay in the shallow pool of life like the way a coward would

Had to make myself strong like pallet wood

Cause the weight of the world is heavy I'm finna break this stool

Oh well, only one carrying it so I guess I look a fool

Mistook for cool one of the worn out old rusty useless tools

Do you know how it feels being told yous a fool

Cause you're always tryna find a way everybody's beautiful?

I used to get ridiculed for thinking wearing suits was cool

Almost every time I've been told, "That life don't suit ya, Jules!"

And I'm smart as fuck but I've been told by useless fools

That if I follow the money it'll make me completely whole

Whatever, anything anyone else has done good I've done better

But some'll tell ya, at sixteen my wits were intensely swift

Picked a bit til I could hit me licks

Try to stick it in the pretty chicks

But they're harder than Mayweather reading Harry Potter sentences

I'm barely an adult and I've managed well enough

Haven't landed in the cut or been bandaged for more than cuts

Grasped a silver tongue and still as candid as a blunt

The way I compare to the rest is like a commander to his grunts

Why is supposedly the only way to be successful is through college degrees

Man, that bothers me. I sought harmony and fought for me

Pardon me I lost my train of thought, my apologies

But I'll just sing

Hook

Be da bop x4

At three my moms would read some awful story about how to beat the odds

I've tried to be the man that she could look up at and see in stars

But now I bet she looks down on me ever since I've seized this art

Be da bop x4

Money's the real schedule one drug we all can't seem to stop

The only ones to pay to live on this planet like we can leave this rock

This needs to stop. I'll fight until I bleed out or drop

Verse 3

Currently, its common courtesy to repay with cotton currency

That is tainted and that's our biggest problem certainly

I think the world would be better off if

Everyone started burning green instead of dreams, its hurting me

We murder teens by making them serve over seas turned burgundy

For personal greed and tell them is in the country's needs

How much longer til we open our eyes and fucking see!?

That the human race as a whole is crumbling

All because of the fruit that's grown off of money trees

But if we all don't get our heads up out our ass

We could end up stumbling down a path

Of brash thinking on fast ways we can be cash making

Over the laughs made with bad ass friends 'n I can't stop it

Even though I'm trying to be the man God is!

But still through all this constant nonsense

What's hardest is the garbage that gets our 1 Percenter's pardoned

If pro is the opposite of con, then what's the opposite of progress?

This pompous economic market's causing profit for the gossip columns

And this life is all we know, and that's where we got a problem

I'm not trying to reiterate Nas or Rakim

But we should stop the violence over petty shit like rocks n diamonds

I can already picture my son, even though I'm not a father

Lost in all the product our father's brought down on us

To piece through all their squabbles over profit

No matter how inhumane it got to be. I've sought harmony

And fought for me, pardon me I've lost my train of thought, my apologies

Hook

Be da bop x4

Money's the real schedule one drug we all can't seem to stop

The only ones to pay to live on this planet like we can leave this rock

This needs to stop. I'll fight until I bleed out or drop

Be da bop x4

Its almost like no matter what they couldn't give a shit if we're pleased or not

This needs to stop. I'll fight until I bleed out or drop