[Verse 1: B.o.B.]
You feel that?
That's the sound of the kids...
With no fucks to give
With no luck for shit because they didn't grow up as rich
That's the sound
That's the sound
That's the sound of n***as locked in the pen
Doing a bid with more time then they should give
That's the sound of an oppressed nation
Tired of chasing villains that don't got no faces
That's the sound of a nation that don't got no patience for faux proclamations
Warlocks in churches in sacred locations
The sheriff’s a Klansman, the judge is a Mason
Not to be biased and not what your faith is
But how do I trust my own country and state that's more loyal to Satan then their own occupation?
The system is rigged, if I vote will I change it?
Greed will consume us with no moderation
Blamed for a beast I'm not sure I created
I'm not sure I'm created, like I'm inside a game I'm not sure that I'm playing
It's a whole operation
Whether it's real or whether they staged it
Shit get so tense when I go out to places if I fuck around and sneeze in the air I can break it
And people feel so violated, you feel what I'm feeling before I can say it
Before I can step in the studio to lay it
I know what my role is I know I ain't basic
But I guess the truth must hurt, I guess that's why they butthurt
All the secrets that I unearthed no stone left unturned
To learn to fly you gotta jump first
I touched the sky that's why I'm sunburnt
I change a life in only one verse
Welcome to the seventh pinnacle
Somewhere between the metaphysical and hella spiritual
I seen hell and hell is digital as well as visual
Hell is how they did the Aboriginal
Hell is when the innocent get murdered and they don't arrest the criminal
Oh my, oh my god, oh my god, take the steering wheel 'fore I do something that I ain't intend to do, no interviews!
Pacing in my living room!
B.o.B. what's gotten into you?
You wylin’ you advantage [censored] shit like you are invincible!
People always ask me "Jeez why you still living dude?"
Shit I wonder why I'm living too!
[Verse 2: B.o.B.]
Why I'm living too
Why I'm living too
Say whats wrong with me? Shit whats wrong with you?
'Cause me I'm feeling good
Me, I'm in my zone I look up in the sky
I know this can't be home
And I know I ain't alone
They try to take your home
They try to sway the weak, and they try to break the strong, huh
But I'm not a quitter
God's child not God's dinner
On God I'm Godzilla
Try to plot, I'll make the plot thicker, huh
See the middle class got a lot slimmer, and the upper class got a lot richer
They want a revolt, they want you to riot, they want you to try it
They wanna provoke us to keep us divided, but the people are no longer quiet
They say Bob they gon' to take you out if you keep rhyming this way!
Huh, I say fuck it we all going to die anyways