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For The People
by Jazz Platyrrhine
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This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for all my black people and the
Spell casters and outcasts, we under attack
I find it odd that the odds tend to stack in the
Favor of the oppressor, God, he be off track
This is for the pagan whose family was slain for
Idolizing a couple idols, stained by the anguish
Burnin' they places of worship, 'long with the loss of the
Language and centuries later, we do the same shit
The world's craving for sugar cane made it so
Her Majesty would say it's okay to enslave the natives
Who the fuck you pray to? Quien is finna save them
When they diggin' graves for they decimated ways, when the
Government can up and press a button that can fuckin' crush a
Country with a hurricane, die by the tidal wave
Rise up, time for the pineal warrior cry
Try to be re-writin' the story to bring the glory, huh
This shit's for my women who been dealin' with
Misogynistic politics and inequality problems and
If she is spotted walkin' alone to get some solace then the
Consequence is papa lobbin' rocks until she knocked unconscious
Take a look into your conscience
Breathin' with the wind, make adjustments to your optics
Don't you dare get your hairs crossed, no matter what the cost
Have a nigga glossed by the boss, criss crossed off
This is for my psychotropic tribe and they
Shower me with indescribable power and vibes
We be molly-whoppin' kingdoms of Mali, call it Singata, gotta
Promise the comets our only option is the top, got it
This shit be a reminder to me to be the
Light up in the night 'cause I could die at any time of the week
I'm like a pilot and I'm flying right into enlightenment
The psychic titan invited me, no need to be frightened
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for all my black people and the
Spell casters and outcasts, we under attack
I find it odd that the odds tend to stack in the
Favor of the oppressor
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for all my black people and the
Spell casters and outcasts, we under attack
I find it odd that the odds tend to stack in the
Favor of the oppressor, God, he be off track
This is for the pagan whose family was slain for
Idolizing a couple idols, stained by the anguish
Burnin' they places of worship, 'long with the loss of the
Language and centuries later, we do the same shit
The world's craving for sugar cane made it so
Her Majesty would say it's okay to enslave the natives
Who the fuck you pray to? Quien is finna save them
When they diggin' graves for they decimated ways, when the
Government can up and press a button that can fuckin' crush a
Country with a hurricane, die by the tidal wave
Rise up, time for the pineal warrior cry
Try to be re-writin' the story to bring the glory, huh
This shit's for my women who been dealin' with
Misogynistic politics and inequality problems and
If she is spotted walkin' alone to get some solace then the
Consequence is papa lobbin' rocks until she knocked unconscious
Take a look into your conscience
Breathin' with the wind, make adjustments to your optics
Don't you dare get your hairs crossed, no matter what the cost
Have a nigga glossed by the boss, criss crossed off
This is for my psychotropic tribe and they
Shower me with indescribable power and vibes
We be molly-whoppin' kingdoms of Mali, call it Singata, gotta
Promise the comets our only option is the top, got it
This shit be a reminder to me to be the
Light up in the night 'cause I could die at any time of the week
I'm like a pilot and I'm flying right into enlightenment
The psychic titan invited me, no need to be frightened
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for my witches and goblins
You imprisoned by the prism, quit wishin' for problems, huh
Niggas gifted after visits with shamans and the
Visions tend to give it vivid images of risen prophet
This shit's for all my black people and the
Spell casters and outcasts, we under attack
I find it odd that the odds tend to stack in the
Favor of the oppressor
