Refresh - Emay

Ya, shout out to Hut, what?

Ya

Playing with fire in a body doused in alcohol

Head to toes, lead to nose, every single ounce and all

Crept in every crevice decrepit, dilapidated, degraded

Report card is discarded

Knew that I’d hate what my grade is

And what my fate is, is fatal

I have to faded and it’s futile

Hated maybe I should cop a new style

The floor is kind of boring maybe I should cop a few tiles

Quit rapping and start selling that white girl, cocaine, road game

Mixing all the elements

Cross my fingers that Ellen DeGeneres is generous

No pain a prison of in betweeners and sedatives

Even the teens and the seniors I’ll be selling it

The system is designed for me to make that choice

I never lip sync so I can never fake that voice

Nig—

Fake tha voice

Nigga

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Probably think I’m playing but this is real shit

People of color are dying to get a meal split

Fiscal disparities have risen since the 70s

I could never encapsulate this prison in this brevity

The Beatles said to let it be but I choose to pry the eyelids wide open to the

scene and let the lemon squeeze

Sour juices pouring in, let it burn

But I ain’t here to usher you

I’m only expressing what people suffer through

In this state of urgency emergency

For government factions are subtracting and disturbing the emerging screams

'cause they could never admit to their faults

So in return a fresh gash is being fixed in the salt

Homophobic conservatives are inflicting the salts

Fundamentalists fundamentally funded by people that would rather see a nigga in

a dungeon

I’ve never seen so many feeble people drowning in their sunken pride

But I ain’t better than those people

I’m a product too, the difference is I’ve analyzed what I’m a product to

The page is frozen and corroding needs a refresh and the only other option is

to regress