[Verse 1]

I probably call my mom before I call the cops

Peace to Alias, peace to [?], what the blood clot

What’s the subplot

Repeating history to the trigger squeeze lick a buckshot

Me and my son at the bus stop

Ain’t nothin change ‘cept the drug spot

Down the block now some spot where the yups shop

This is my Sinatra mugshot

While you run the clock and fade away like a Kobe jumpshot

I didn’t choose it it chose me

Took me by the shoulders like an OG, listen closely and yo

[Hook]

Life’s a short term memory

I’m tired of giving away my energy

Was out for my friends so I’m sitting with my enemies

Plotting my revenge I hid the secrets in the recipe

[Verse 2]

I saw a brother get on one knee for something he believes

Gave up a comfortable seat to fight for what it means to be free

Disrupt the machine, to interrupt a country just to be seen

I saw an office get on one knee on the neck of a brother handcuffed in the street calling out for his mother as he struggled to breathe

He died underneath for a counterfeit twenty

As grandmothers teach young bout the mustard seed

And how to grow something from nothing to abundance, see

All different colors in the street, no justice, no peace

All down to one knee shoutin fuck the police

It’s the number of the beast to the east

My brother under covers in the sheets

‘Cause there’s something in the speech gotta watch what you eat cause the monitor the feed so unplug from the screen, be seen

[Hook]

Life’s a short term memory

I’m tired of giving away my energy

Was out for my friends so I’m sitting with my enemies

Plotting my revenge I hid the secrets in the recipe

[Verse 3]

I live within my means but can’t meet the needs of billie jeans

There’s a thin line between the pedestal and guillotine

Escorted through the [?] grillin fiends whose impulse turn praise to insults of to kings and queens

Fans of cancel culture, will band dismantle your sculpture replacing idol with a man from a cult of

Personality, let the parents speak, peep the pageantry, stuff the ballots with the lesser threat [?]

Let the madames speak radically, it’s not about a salary it’s all about reality

Watch Adam and Eve fuck on an ad-free platform cus art don’t belong in a gallery

Or a firing squad, you’re buying a fraud, with designer scarves, just trying too hard

You in a blind fog looking for a sign from god, while I’m trying to perform, end up dying like a dog and yo

[Hook]

Life’s a short term memory

I’m tired of giving away my energy

Was out for my friends so I’m sitting with my enemies

Plotting my revenge I hid the secrets in the recipe