[Verse 1: Lexx Nova]
Jfk got murked, Bob Marley death still hurt
And I'm still smoking on this Purp
Graffiti the streets
Turn the white house into a piece art
I swear being yourself is starting to become a crime
I be trapped in my mind
Sublime with the time
Light at the end of the tunnel was lime
Ironic how tunnel vision made me go blind
Chronic only time I can see the signs
Put two bullet holes in Superman's chest to make a dollar sign
My shows be black and white like a bunch of mimes, and I love it
Only one life to live, so fuck it
Trust me bruh, ain't nothing like having a funeral at Christmas
I pray to the lord for money but he don't work that way
So I robbed a n***a and asked for forgiveness
Cuz life's a bitch and n***as catch licks like dogs in the name of business
Jumping n***as like frogs or gymnast
Ready for actions peoples minds be stuck in a box like a caption
Every n***a think they make it rapping, I be laughing
Nostalgia got me thinking quicker
Everybody talking religion, but what's religion to a Tom Cruise n***a
They Billy Mazin Jesus, they creating puzzles with broken pieces
Please lord lead us, running from the cops probably jump the gates of heaven
And see Jesus, and jug him for his jewelry, all this new love is new to me
Two cross fingers in the air if you fuck with me

[Bridge: Lexx Nova]
Yeah... but y'all don't feel me though
Bump up the volume
Yeah... but y'all don't feel me though
Bump up the volume

[Verse 2: Lexx Nova]
Money can't buy happiness but it can rent it
I'm the black John Lennon
All I see is roses
Too many followers and not enough Moses
Too many swallowers and posers
Middle finger to racism and bigotry
Mad love if they hating I rather smoke bigger trees
2Pac in my soul, they rob me if they were Nikes
Don't miss respect my New Age n***as I don't take it lightly
Cuz you only have half a chance like CHA
And you don't know freedom of speech if your words don't make you pay
It's like the old western in the hood
Win the lotto and give it back to my n***as if I could
Cuz n***a I'm Brett Hart of the slums
Rather eat crumbs with bums then steaks with snakes
So don't judge me if you don't know where I came from
And I rather be hated for who I am then be loved for who I'm not
The word of Kurt Cobain leave a blood stain
Yeah, yeah and in the winter time the block is still hot
But y'all don't feel me though
Y'all don't feel me though
Yeah...
And I'm up for dead presidents to represent me
And we all got dead homies
So you could be what you want to be
Aye yo, yo ,yo Niz pass me that weed
Yeah, yeah but y'all don't feel me though
Y'all, y'all, y'all don't feel me though
Yeah, yeah, Lexx Nova n***a, yeah
Shout out to all my new age n***as, all my progressive thinkers
And all my people out there being unique and just doing you
But y'all don't feel me though, aii cut that shit cut that shit
Shout out Lucki Ecks, aii cut that shit haha