[Intro - Sample]
This is what it is, ok?
I said empty your mind, be formless, shapeless
Kinda like water

[Verse 1 - B-CHRIST]
Rappers are preachers, labels the sacrament spitting facts
That’s an acronym for all children in today’s society
Made it higher, ain’t no race that’s denying me
And D-CYPHR the irony conducting piracy
47 Steez parodies, I increased my concentration morality
It’s really sad to see all these rappers like Pharisees
They getting money but I see disparity so father please carry me
I’m an author, ain’t no way that you can bend it, the words in my head
I see cash when I send it, lend it, I’m morphing so I end it
Pop pop on a couple cops but that don’t even change
A couple things in the ring with social injustices
I must’ve lived in 17th century what this is
I suck at this bucket list under clenching fist on a second diss
This for relatives so it’s relative, so imperative
But repetitive, the voice my head it is but I said it is
But better give a better synonym while I’m killing em

[Hook - B-CHRIST]
Society come and rescue me
Society come and rescue me
Society come and rescue me
Society come and rescue me
Society come and rescue me
Society come and rescue me