Escape - B.o.B

Written by：B.o.B

You feel that

That's the sound of the kids

With no f**ks to give

With no luck for sh*t because they didn't grow up as rich

That's the sound that's the sound

That's the sound of niggas locked up in pen

Doing a bid with more time then they should give

That's the sound of a oppressed nation

Tired of chasing villains that don't got no faces

That's the sound of a nation that got no patience for fax proclamations

Warlocks in churches in sacred location

The sheriff's a clans man and the judge is a mason

Not to be biased and not to be faithless

But how do I trust my own country and state

That is more loyal to Satan then they are occupation

The system is rigged if I vote will I change it

Greed with consumers with no moderation

Blame for a beast I am not sure I created

I'm not sure I'm created like I'm inside a game I am not sure

That I am playing

It's a whole operation

Whether it's real or whether they staged it

Sh*t get so tense when I go out to places

If I f**k around and sneeze in the air I can break it

And people feel so violated you feel what I'm feeling before

I can say it

Before I can step in the studio to lay it

I know what my role is I know I ain't basic

But I guess the truth must hurt I guess that's why they are butt hurt

All the secrets that I unearthed no stone left upturned

To learn to fly you have to jump first

I touched the sky that's why I'm sunburned

I change a life in only one verse

Welcome to the 7 pinnacle

Somewhere between the metaphysical and hello spiritual

I've seen hell and hell is digital as well as visual

Hell is how they did the aboriginals

Hell is when the innocent get murdered and they don't arrest the criminal

Oh my oh my god

Oh my god take the steering wheel

For I have done something I didn't intend to do no interviews

Pacing in my living room

B o b what has gotten into you

You willing dude you like you are invincible

People asking me geese why you still living dude

Sh*t I wonder why I'm living too

Why I'm living too

Why I'm living too

Say whats wrong with me sh*t whats wrong with you

Cuz' me I'm feeling good

Me I'm in my zone I look up in the sky

And I know this can't be home and I know I ain't alone

They try to take your home

They trying to sway the weak and they try to break the strong huh

But I'm not a quitter

God's child not god's dinner

On god I'm Godzilla

Try to plot I'll make the plot thicker huh

See the middle class got a lot slimmer

And the upper class got a lot richer

They want a revolt

They want you to riot

They want you to try it

They want to provoke us to keep us divided

But the people are no longer quite

They say b o b they take you out

If you keep rhyming this way

Huh I say f**k it we all going to die anyways