[Verse 1: Dizzle Morrison]

These are the... words of the lyrical genius

Been running the good race without a breather

Moved out of the hood, but it ain’t give me amnesia

I’ll never forget all of its treacherous features

The cold nights no power to turn on the heater

Cold hearts emotions are thrown in the freezer

Cards and hard both dealt by the dealer

Sin City’s filled up with non-believers

They tell us to have Faith

Go to school work real hard and graduate

So we can have a plate

And we can levitate and marry the good life

With a good wife once we’re divorced from Sallie Mae

Student loan money spent on a pair of J’s

Bill collectors calling up my house everyday

They gone take my money if I put it in a bank

So I keep it in my stash right underneath where I lay

Bad credit makes it hard for me to get a place

What I owe is about to double all because of interest rates

It’s gone take 100 years for this to be erased

I know you can relate, but believe me when I say

God’s on time, but your check’s late

Know the Sun gone shine, if you just wait

They put the world on your shoulders until your neck aches

Right before it breaks, I’ll be your neck brace...

[Chorus: Dizzle Morrison]

Keeping your heads high

When they're feeling low

Dizzle Mozart's "The Marriage of Figaro"

Masterpiece for the place where they're living poor

And lack digits in an age so digital (x2)

[Verse 2: Dizzle Morrison]

I’m so blessed to be following destiny

This ain’t a job THIS is more like a quest for me

Searching for answers to what nobody’s questioning

Something is cooking, but I don’t know the recipe

So I’m sniffing out the ingredients

Ratatouille of Rap, no rat

But I got a feeling it’s time to start dodging the traps

Find expedients that aid in succeeding in civil disobedience

Become an inconvenient truth

Be a bridge for a generation lost and aloof

Or a ladder for the stranded ones on top of the roofs

When the floods flooded they showed us as scuzz buckets

What was, wasn’t bet the “saints” know I’m telling the truth

They say that we’re thieves and nothing to believe in

Then wonder why we’re under achieving

We’ve been bobbing and weaving

Up in the ring fighting trying to get things even-steven

Seeing lots of bereavement, but little agreement

Addicted to poverty with no treatment

Heathens in office, impeachment is offered

If we want it holler if you hear me when I am preaching

We’re boxing champs, with a naked waist

Egypt fought AND won, let us imitate

They put the world on your shoulders until your neck aches

Right before it breaks, I’ll be your neck brace

[Chorus]