O Saathi Re

In a world where world ends at the end of your block/
And them uh little whirlwinds spin friction round the clock/
I be savage hunt and gather the average rather cadaver/
Cock back hammer spatter matter all over cell phone and calendar/
No peace/ yeah/ in the middle of a war zone/ riddle when the norm thinks slow/
No sleep/ yeah/ with the shades down low/
On the down low fighting with a dream/
I creep/ yeah/ all my secrets please/ I dont need to speak/
Paranoid like a man in the land of the free/
To set up and let us burn turn cheek/
Damn/ stop like the octagon top of your block (ultimate fight?)/
Im gone off my rock no songs no more locked/
Just a little bit of prison/ sneakin up on us/
We wont listen til there isnt any more of us/
Theys days we quick to part ways/ with rights like okay/ here/
But lets be clear for the record/ I did not sign up for lock down/
Or any kind of shock and awe now/ Im so bored
Chorus: you must have forgot just who you were dealing with/
Nothing less than aggression so naked/
So crystal clear with a/ trust in absolutely fucking nothing but Doomtree/
Step up your thought game lames/ we all thirsty/
Its like they leave us no option/
Walkin these streets here just watching/
These preachers speak from their pockets/
These teachers reach but cant stop it/
Seedlings so poisoned so lost just/
Following prophets to nonsense/
Tossin whats right to the dust/
And I aint no casualty/ got no surface with spotless morality/
My dirt might have to cover up my grave/
But I keep (my) (a) fear of faith/ and filth clutter (up) my cave/
Got me lookin for my disinfectant/
(I dont know how to behave) (god)/ Im bored
Chorus: you must have forgot just who you were dealing with/
Nothing less than aggression so naked/
So crystal clear with a/ trust in absolutely fucking nothing but Doomtree/
Step up your thought game lames/ we all thirsty/