[Intro]
At the end of the day, it’s all escapism
It’s all a drug… whether you’re popping molly, you’re doing them xanies, or you listen to me
I just want you to escape back into reality
As if that’s a thing, yeah

[Verse 1]
I’m the son of Neesy, son of a question mark
They ask black men, “What is in that head of ours?”
Why we terrorize the block with pistols
Leaving mothers sonless, heartbroken with tissues
Emasculated men leave home to see the pen ruled by other men governed ten to ten
Poverty-stricken streets in the wealthiest land means the land’s really poor if you can’t overstand
Black man, some black women hate me
Subconsciously still not over the pain of slavery
How you let the master chain and rape me
Miseducate me and take my babies
That’s the Hollywood narrative and there it is
It’s in the history books, it’s finished period
No woman wants a conquered man giving rules in his home on a conquered land, what
The world is ruled by individuals, some are pure the others are purely criminal
It’s not about a race, it’s about a race
[?] poor need to stay in their place in this

[Chorus]
Capitalism, commercialism, materialism, that’s Americanism
A form of a prison how you bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism
Capitalism, commercialism, materialism, that’s Americanism
A form of a prison how you bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

[Verse 2]
Look, overzealous vegans preach they tofu
Then they cut down trees to build a Whole Foods
I swear to tell the bitter truth and the whole truth, before time phases me out, it’s old school
I think flossing for black people is cultural
Rappers do what chiefs in Cape Coast do
Therefore, rappers gotta be the kings
But I shine from my mind, you ain’t gotta see the bling
When money is your god, is modesty a thing?
A store is your church so you Tao with the “ch-ching”
Cash or credit, paper or plastic, mass agenda, a slave to your masters
You’re replaceable
You better be a creative who creates ‘fore robots start out creating you
Prolly still be in the [?]
If he was killed or died, bet I’d still be in the will of god in this

[Chorus]
Capitalism, commercialism, materialism, that’s Americanism
A form of a prison how you bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism, that’s Americanism
A form of a prison how you bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism
[Verse 3]
Ay, envy is the cousin of admiration
Enemies are better for you than fake friends
Guard your heart, it’s the path to your psyche
There’s nothing that can ex you out like ex-wifey
Running from the self into love’s haven
Escape in your thoughts so your mind you can save it
Some need a needle, some need The Beatles
Some of you beat your meat while the meat you eat beats you
Obesity, restless leg syndrome
Running from society as we sit home
Tryna craft reality, living in phones
While infomercials give no info
Spin-doctrination sent by the agents, who die by freedom but live by surveillance
Taking profits but not today
‘cause now crazy ball-heads have got to pay, get it?

[Chorus]
Capitalism, commercialism, materialism, that’s Americanism
A form of a prison how you bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism, that’s Americanism
A form of a prison how you bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism
Capitalism, commercialism, materialism, that’s Americanism
A form of a prison how you bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism

Capitalism, commercialism, materialism, that’s Americanism
A form of a prison how you bound by the system
Audio vision, this is my escapism