What We Gone Do - Zion I, Jane Hancock

I been feeling like my brains cracked

Rambo on these train tracks

Young give tip, black

G my third, I tripped the slang back

Rotate with my strange pack

Your questions ring like Sajak

I fell down and I came back

My crew down and my game black

AOT-omatically

Rest in purple majesty

Spirit rises casually

But first distrust your faculty

Salaries can sugarcoat

Untimely detonations

Don’t be running like no guinea pig

Too much time forsaken

Why you waitin?

Said I need someone to tell me (wake up)

What we gone do (wake up), What we gone do

What we gone do (wake up), What we gone do (wake up)

What we gone do, What we gone do (wake up)

I been quiet in my sub terrain

You was busy doin thangs

Shift the grammar altering

And mesmerize your fucking brain

Like a I’m focused by the logic

But emotional discrepancies can fuck up my deposits

Imma call it how I see it

If I walk it then I be it

It I speak it then I mean it

Then the universe receive it

See I need it, plant the seed in

The most fertile of the soil

When I seek for peace and harmony

Y’all speak or go to war

All the spoils of your conquest

Dead bodies for armrests

Strap another bomb to his chest

And wait for God’s bless

You call it harmless

I say its misdirection

We all children of the most high

Need for protection

Say you (wake up)

What we gone do (wake up), What we gone do

What we gone do (wake up)

Said I need someone to tell me (wake up)

What we gone do (wake up), What we gone do

What we gone do