Dying Breed - CunninLynguists

We the last of a dying breed

Steady searching for my kind’s like a dire need

Everyday I’m watching liars eat and leech

While I starve, sleep and listen to the friar teach

Peace, everyday I pray for it

Every blessing I receive I try and pay forward

But sometimes, the sun shines

More like a gun line, boss, better call one time

Running blind on this strange journey

I hope I’m still alive when they bring gurneys

In this world where friends are more attorney then Bert or Ernie

It hurts me deep, peep, I’m steady learning

That when it’s money, bet it’s all good

Most Robin Hoods ain’t got a merry man in Sherwood

Find a good heart, no Google search could

Brothers was killing brothers in Eden where we first stood

Last of a dying breed, I’m curious

All my people on lock down, Lord, mysterious

Say

Last of a dying breed, everybody here better stop now

Nothing’s gonna slow that clock down, no, I’m furious

Should the good stroll off the Atlas, forsaking the hapless

Let the soldiers of the soulless prevail in the madness

Shit’s real in the field when it’s minimal rations

And all feel the hunger from the sum of the actions

Running thick as thieves, robbing through blurred lines

Levels of good and evil, graded on curved lines

The pinnacle’s a pentacle, bewitching the cynical

Left stranded on the planet where the wicked survive

Say no to truth, while addicted to lies

Gentrifying, remove the hood like it was just a disguise

Throw the blank on, a blanket party, like it’s just a surprise

The menace of what lives in a secular thrive

Penance on what gives and is eaten alive

Apocalypse approaches in the form of divide

Too many bees in the trap, bear hands in the hive

Reacting to what’s sweet with the sting out of mind

Last of a dying breed, I’m curious

All my people on lock down, Lord, mysterious

Say

Last of a dying breed, everybody here better stop now

Nothing’s gonna slow that clock down, no, I’m furious