Daniel Steele - The Solution lyrics

[Verse 1: Jackie Hill Perry] How you feel about seeing babies on the street with the heat Who eats when it's beef and it's cold out North Poles, no clothes when it goes down in the city Inner city ain't a bit a pretty Coppers missin' robbers just to get a penny Justice system sicker than the intervention given to individuals with limited images With intimate visuals of the Most High Most die in this jungle, watch the crows fly I grow tired in the summer when the bones rise The chrome cried in his stomach when his soul died How many murders in a hour? Prolly 4-5 Only time they got power when they hold 9s It only took 3 days for the one to rise I know they tired of walking crooked cause they lookin' blind They want power they will find it when they put it down It's up in heaven name 'em 7 in a daze cause they weaker than they realize Tell 'em life ain't ours don't waste time Tryna find life in everything that's finna die Don't let 'em lie to 'em Give 'em evidence of heaven when you ride through 'em We gotta tell 'em it's something better in heaven Embedded in everything ever seen ever been evident excellent And it's God [Hook: Eshon Burgundy] I overcame that novacane I was numb to the shots from that gun I was livin' so insane, oh I'm so ashamed But I'm done livin' life on the run forever The moment you realize that this is realer than it seems Wish you could open your eyes and realize it's all a dream I wanna wake up, I wanna wake up From this nightmare, I wanna wake up But I'm right here when I wake up, when I wake up [Verse 2: Eshon Burgundy] In the city of d**h Looking for the tree of life in a pair of 23 Nike's Blessed that I'm looking for it in the first place Could be a different scenario, the worst case Take an aerial shot of my block, see the Glock of an officer pop a kid That's how it is in the ghetto metropolis Way before the introduction of stop and frisk, it was k**er Hopeless, a dream deferred Fiend drop a dope dish and a needle by the curb Heroin is a h**ne, a deliverer, a savior, a medicine for some Cold night, cold pipe full of hot fire Prayin' to the dope god they don't even know God How many k**ings in a night Jackie 4-5? I took 3 shots that was back in 95' Nowadays they'll k** for a G-Shock Trigga, click, boom-bang, soundin' like a beat-box Thank God for God though Take a hoodlum and turn him to an apostle Turn a simple brush stroke into a Pica**o Turn the d**h of His only Son into the Gospel, that's deep! That should let you know that true love is not cheap I oppose what false prophets preach in the street [Hook] [Verse 3: Jackie Hill Perry] I hear the blood of Abel screamin' from the streets When it speaks we don't hear it but we fear it from his own mouth Bullets rippin' through a whip just for listenin' to hits The heart with tints was darker than the car parked with kids I wonder if the heart was skin Bullets looking for darkest sin Who's the target then? It's all of us We Paul bearers, we all lovers We all jealous when Paul tell us we all zealous for d**h, Russian roulette Click click who's next, is it you? Did a witch put a hex on the youth? Kaleidoscope triggers seeing colors when they shoot Put the text in they chest, red letters in they roof, look up Sign language to the deaf And it's proof that the hands take command when dark ain't rebuked Feet of the beast in the belly of the streets tryna eat But the Priest shed His blood for the food [Hook] [Verse 4: The Problem - Jackie Hill Perry] Look up in the sky, I spy a timeline of blind vultures Blind rhymes style the fabric of the timed culture Soaked in Satan's lies, find another kinda lotion Cloaked in a disguise, signed the dotted line, it's over I told 'em find another ride cause this roller coaster's stolen Goin' to a fate you won't believe, hocus pocus Throwin' dreams in the face of Zzz 'till he woken Growin' MCs that sow the seeds of heaven's roses Rosen, risen, He did it, d**h is slaughtered Our daughters barterin' souls for attention Oughta be heard if the only audible row would listen, itchin' for words Lotta research goin' towards a hole and they dig it Gotta be words flowin' for heavens sake of the mission Owin' nobody nothin', them bluffin' bustas are finished This pen ain't pension the mentions what sinners don't wanna deal with Filled with the vision of slaves, lynch 'em for tinted pigment See that bus? Get in the back and act like its proven That academics do actually lack in the black communion Schools are lackin' the facts, lackin' the staff, they foolish They plastic wrappin' the ma**es The masters grabbin' they nooses ba*tard habits from lackin' the happy daddy influence They ratta-ta -tat-tat, and they clap at the back of children They action backwards, they blacker than the backward task of Judas Laughter is the reaction when I ask if they master Jewish Laughter is the reaction, ask if they master Jewish Go backwards a little faster past the actions of Judas Go forward a little more and last 'till the masters through And they graspin' the ma**ive truth that surpa**es the attitude That Adam's pa**ive pursuit when he was pa**ed the actual fruit It ain't over 'till the fat lady sings, go grab a flute Sax playing the soundtrack of demons singing the blues Holiday with molly the same as cane with a different hue A dope-a-rope generation, an Ali kinda rebuke The violent is silent, the pilot tried to remind you you Only one thing is true, honey what you gon' do? Money is at the root when they come lookin' for you