B.o.b.

Summer's Day


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If money is your God who's your devil?
If everybody die what make's you special?
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if it's crowded
Okay now I'm acting childish but hey
Don't force your religion on me
And I won't force my non-religion on you
Truth's the only thing I'm devoted to
So am I equal or just boredom to you
So Bobby, fourth album how does it feel?
Ever wonder why every artist run out on they deal?
The price you pay to sell out record stores
When they say they sell they soul it's not a metaphor

Yeah
I wonder if JFK tried to warn us a storm was around the corner
Most of these law enforcers just force us all in a corner
They make it harder for the foreigners
Your son your wife and you daughter
And make it hard to support them
I'm just here to inform ya
The power structures enormous
Speaking out on these topics is like swatting a nest of hornets
They come from the left and right
They swarm our bodies like garments
With chemicals here to harm us
After you bust your ass they tax your ass for a portion
That's parasitic behavior
How dare they minimum wage us
How dare you mention a pay cut
Like we here to read the terms and conditions
And they betrayed us
Don't need permission to wake up
'Cause silence is your consent for them to consistently wake us
Let's go

Let's
Let's go
Let's let's go
Let's go
Let's, let's go
Let's, let's, let's go
Let's go
let's
Let's go
Let's let's go
Let's go
Let's, let's go
Let's, let's, let's go

My mentality is post apocalyptic
I think in hieroglyphic
We live inside a system that's mostly monolithic
America the company who owns the title?
Shit. I don't know it could be Russia or China
That's why they identify it as property
Born in the robbery
No Robin Hood
If Satan had a house it'd be in Hollywood
Walking away is the most difficult part
Red carpet for the ritual start
They know they can't keep me in check
Or keep me asleep with a check
As long as there's breath in my chest I'm pressing these niggas to death
I'll never regret
The past that I lived
Or the path that I took
I run when I needed, with every step

let's go
Let's
Let's go
Let's let's go
Let's go
Let's, let's go
Let's, let's, let's go
Let's go
let's
Let's go
Let's let's go
Let's go
Let's, let's go
Let's, let's, let's go


Writer/s: Bobby Ray Simmons Jr.