Master Builders - MF Grimm

Blow up, change world we’re living in

Tears drop from eyes like nitroglycerin

Time love no man, we’re all dated

Strive to be a success like those who did it

Brother passed away in my arms, I was

Shot up.

Still, I remain calm

But died, came back to life, grabbed a pen

«I understand» precious as oxygen

Soldiers put in the work, must be Sabbath

Afraid to say my name like Dead Rabbits

Outcasted, bastards turned me savage

Revenge across my heart, I gotta have it

The spirit is in the room—that's a sign

While others in the room are not kind

Save them if only I could rewind

Closure I can’t find, try to black it out my mind

The Creator, I ask Him, «Why do you love me?»

Enter Heaven, why did You pick me?

Right back on Earth, why did you stick me?

You took my brother—why did you trick me?

You knew I loved him—now I’m without him

It felt like he turned his back.

I said, «Fuck him»

Word up, get this dough, plot some murders

Enemies killed, but I don’t feel no better

Wasn’t raised to be this—why am I bitter?

Succumb to American Hunger like a quitter

Haunt them, leap forward, master quantum

The man my mother gave birth to, become him

The plan: make them all proud of me

‘Cause it’s not too late.

Percy will be great

I respect The Architech, thankful for blessings

Hip hop is global, we leave impressions

People around the world ask me questions

In America, being black, are you tested?

Loved ones struggle, every day’s a fight

I’ll gladly trade my life to make it right

Death the ultimate sacrifice

My energy become beacon of light

Teach all the babies, grave sight, yes, I promise

Emotional, can’t stop crying like Carl Thomas

The rain bring me pain every time

A bullet entered in my spine, I try to black it out my mind

It’s wrong, tortured on planet for so long

Different man, still the same song

Huxtables off the air, blacks are tripping

Ashamed of the way we act, Cosby’s flipping

I can’t say he has no facts.

How we living?

Guilty.

Instead of building, we destroying

Going for self, we’re not even employing

Annoying nothing’s left for girls and boys, and

Not a lot of reason for them jump for joy, and

I’d rather heal than to sit and spit poison

We have enough brothers and sisters in prison

Sitting in the box and they’re hot but frozen

Nailed to the cross, MF was chosen

Forsaken, God sent me no signs

I try to black it out my mind

Still turning tap water to wine

Beyond your dimension, I walk on ether.

I don’t even have a chorus, money