Eighteen - KnowMads

Verse 1:

Yo

What it means to be eighteen

I’m tryna' stay clean

But look at where I’m placing

Kid, I’ve gotta break free

From society, honestly

The root of the problem is

Governmental policy

Its crumblin' economy

Playin' with our money

And the damn thing funny

Son, it’s all a big monopoly

We live in pyramid schemes

And it’s clear in my dreams

Don’t believe what you heard

Cuz it ain’t what it seems

No what I mean?

And

Capitalists cutting taxes

From the top of the list

Only concerned with, the fat, the rich

And justice persist

People fighting, using GATT (?) to the fist

And what the fuck yo

The tragedy’s this

See we’re all tryna' kill eachother

Can’t exist together

And the Earth won’t put up with this shit forever

Represent for your needs like the black panthers

Fuck the po

Fuck the power

Fuck the propaganda

Right?

Right?

Right?

Chorus:

And the news stays skewed

And the skies stay grey

Is it me?

Is it you?

tryna find my way ya’ll

We lackin' balance on all types of levels

On this planet since we settled

Tryna equalise the bass, and the treble like the state

From the rebels turning humans into gods by escaping from — devils

And the world’s made of metal now

So while we settle down

Turn your speakers up

And hold your reefer up

Yuh, this ones for all my fuckin' peoples what

Verse 2:

I’m growing older

While this life is growing colder

A young and then the synthin

And I’ll just throwin cold shoulders

In a sense, I ain’t stressing and

Guessing its the way my generation

Been affected now

Problems we be neglecting now

It’s a sad situation we at

Knew I gained responsibility

Complacent with that

Now I could buy a switch, a sweet, and some porn DVDs

Fight for my country to make — peace

But at the bar, I need a fucking fake ID son

But we 've seen with the election what can happen

When the youth get excited for a cause now we actin

Got Obama’s stickers and his face up in our fashion

Promote the hope for change in the verses that we rappin

Now the man’s elected, knew we had to take some action

He wrote the country’s had to live we no satisfaction

Even though we young, appropriate to stop relaxing

Help make history our president’s a black man

Hah, hah, hah

Chorus:

And the news stays skewed

And the skies stay grey

Is it me?

Is it you?

tryna find my way ya’ll

We lackin' balance on all types of levels

On this planet since we settled

Tryna equalise the bass, and the treble like the state

From the rebels turning humans into gods by escaping from — devils

And the world’s made of metal now

So while we settle down

Turn your speakers up

And hold your reefer up

Yuh, this ones for all my fuckin' peoples what

Verse 3:

Yo

Year number one

I take my first steps

I inhale my first breaths

Stumble over words

Just a boy with an — ‘S'

On my chest

I can fly to anywhere without a care in the world

When I’m stressed

I guess with age it comes, but it ain’t that bad

I take my glass half full

And my grain of sand

But see, we only play the chain of command

Maybe it’s time to drop the blunt

And start changing my plans

Stop fucking up and then just saying thanks to my dad

Cuz his taking and breaking in half

Is what made m a man

An made me slinging the grams

Is just a waste of my hands

Cuz' I’ve always been amazing with the pen and the pad

And all I need is inspiration, I got plenty of that

Now we apply it to the science of the art and the craft

A couple bars in my draft

After the margin is pass

And so I’mma rap about these eighteen years

Between the sex an the stress

Chicks and the checks

Blood and the sweat

Here’s another eighteen ya’ll no regrets!

Chorus:

And the news stays skewed

And the skies stay grey

Is it me?

Is it you?

tryna find my way ya’ll

We lackin' balance on all types of levels

On this planet since we settled

Tryna equalise the bass, and the treble like the state

From the rebels turning humans into gods by escaping from — devils

And the world’s made of metal now

So while we settle down

Turn your speakers up

And hold your reefer up

Yuh, this ones for all my fuckin' peoples what