Songtexte Economic Confessions - Dat Boi Vic

Majority of The water is damaged
Around the planet
Imperialistic bandits
Going back to bloody Kansas
Step on the dope
Like basqiuat stepping on his canvas
Atlanta is Atlantis
Increasing chances
Of wars over the water that pours
From lakes and shores
Mine and yours
The mops need water to clean the floors
Flushing the pores
Alkaline water is sold in stores
But in third world countries
You'll catch Rashes and open sores
It's contaminated
Kids got bathed
Water they played with
Full of pesticides
Back in the states the Feds raided
Another dope spot
Triple beam weighted
How's it related?
Because you can't water whip
Without water it's just the basics
A fork and a glass
Hitting that water
Hitting it fast
I'm getting off the task
But dawg you need water to wet the grass
Nothing more vital
Jesus walked on water in the Bible
Religion only made us more tribal
To the societal
Issues at hand
Waters demand on the human
Wars on lands putting in plans
Sanctions and bans
My rich friends sit over the stands
On top of the fans
In the press box discussing the stocks
Loopholes scams
Back in the projects we cooking up rocks
Discussing brands
That was made in France
Using designer just to enhance
Our self esteem
Yo peace king
The shit we seen at seventeen
Man half of my partners inside the bing
Or back and forth like a swing
Selling beans or some lean
He grabbed that thing
And aimed at his head
Like oil sheen
Before he let it spray
Two black lives got took away
Funeral homes and private prisons is making pay
Off the self hate
I self educate
Like Malcolm in the state
Prison adding words to his diction
Was staying up late
Using the light to see through the night
Knowledge will save a life
The most trife
Came out of the darkness
And found the most sight
Carrying pistols
The game turned me into Kerry kittles
Dimes and nickels started off small
Look how that money triples
Sit a dirty glass
Next to a clean one
And it's exposed
Never was a pilot
But ya dawg rose off of that stove
Back again like I never left
It's the chef
Flow is wet like a shot from Steph
That barely hit the net
Flow is water like the fiends cigarette
Smoking on the step
Of the project
Where my partner had caught his first F
First time felon
Selling water him and little Melvin
Got Jammed up in the Lex
I heard the fiends telling
The oil under the soil
Will be gone in forty years
They hit my dawg with the forty
I wipe his shorty tears
As the story nears
The end like past glory years
Old English gets poured out
Malt liquor forty beers
I killed this shit
In the illest ever the true and living
As a teen we sold out spots
Like we was new edition
Let it sing when I blew the smif-N
At his kufi knitten
Louis kickin
Moncler coat to keep the tooly hidden
Blow!