B.O.B. - Missing lyrics

Uh, seems like since we got a black president Black people stop questioning the government And that ain't no diss to Barack either So Mutherf**er you can miss me with that other sh** I'm good for life, I don't really need another hit You wanna bury me you better get the shovel and You better make it deep enough where no one will recover me I'm Bobby f**ing Ray, I'm a modern day anomaly Last year I did a show on a continent In a country with a struggling economy Who the hell you think paid for it all? It sure ain't rocket science And it sure ain't trigonometry Drug money, drug money, drug money Blood money, blood money, blood money For god sakes there's an all-seeing eye on the back of the dollar, We can't even trust money You need to understand who you dealing, with These are like modern day villains These are type of people that would k** a whole village Build a f**ing building, and say it's just business Who you think gave you religion? Land of the free, who you think built it? And don't ever let them tell you nothing different, 'Cause we know who did it if I ever come up missing I'm missing, I'm missing, I'm missing Ten strands of my DNA is missing Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten Listen up Mutherf**er pay attention It's a New World Order that we live in Lies on the lips of every politician Man at night I pray to God for forgiveness I just wonder if the big homie's still listening Still listening, I wonder if the big homie's still listening Still listening, I wonder if the big homie's still listening I don't need a hook but for hooks sake If I had a hook, I'd make the hook say "Be a good slave, be a good slave" (Be a good slave, be a good slave) Everybody in my hood brave Everybody in my hood slang Every street got a freak And they give her all the wood that she could take I'm fresher than a faema coffee Get it? I'm fresher than a FEMA coffin I'm willing to die for mine But you the type of n***a You'll call the police department If you can't look in someone's eyes and be yourself And speak the thoughts that's on your mind You ain't got no reason to live You on the sideline You just a motherf**ing slave They got your mind tied up and it's missing I'm missing, I'm missing, I'm missing Ten strands of my DNA is missing Cuban Linx on my neck as they glisten Listen up Mutherf**er pay attention It's a New World Order that we live in Lies on the lips of every politician Man at night I pray to God for forgiveness I just wonder if the big homie's still listening Still listening, I wonder if the big homie's still listening Still listening, I wonder if the big homie's still listening Uh, I know I appear to be quite severe An unopen mind will consider me weird Thats just how the Matrix has been engineered Now lend me your ear Lend me your ear Not to strike fear More like Paul Revere Not talking down on nobody at all I just got some sh** I think you should hear Uh, Look I ain't acting like I got all these facts and sh** But if you calling me a liar, look up in the sky Look up in the sky you can see it happening Uh, I'm not a activist Just a young, black n***a with a half a sense Cause there's ancient knowledge that they hiding from us And I think it's time that we take it back again Because it's missing