Wake Up
Livin' like a broke king
Pursuing a dream without a team
I'm a solitary predator
Shootin' down Senators
Celebratin' 4:20 with four honeys
More money wasted
On things so basic
Weed and food, weed and food
Chillin' in a mellow mood
You're projecting a bad attitude
And I've got an aptitude
For violence, I'd kill for 25 cents
My sense of direction pointed me to detention
And should I mention my spiritual ascension
Invention of currency is currently killing us
Social media propaganda filling us with hate
So wake the fuck up before it's too late.
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