Lyrics Flames - Troy Martiin

I got a book full of goals
Niggas be selling they souls
Know too much now I'm on
I do what I want on the run
You do what you want for the fun
They using your ignorance (nigga open up your eyes)
They taking your organs,
Got an agenda
Creating abominations
To flood the nations
And every country
Now they want us to suffer
Still, I Fuck like no other
I need my life
And my brother back
I need my rights and my reparations
I need stability to see what I can't envision
Instead, they killin' with contraceptive pills
Steel Pulse, Wild Goose Chase
Grow up (Woah)
All they preach is religion
So hypocritical thinking
You want but you never listen
A victim to the system
Yeah they want what you have
Feed us garbage
And expect us to grow, it's so sad
It's so, they can live forever on the low
Not to mention
They get organs like these chains, on the low
I would say this is the truth but
They got agendas
To sterilize and censor
What I'm feeling (everything I'm feeling)
To be alive, shit
What a feeling
So just be careful who you rockin' with
They move like counterfeit for real

(Is this all a mistake?)
Yeah
Why we move so fake? (Yeah)
Is this all a game? Woah, Ou
Let's light it up in FLAMES (Yeah)
Let's blow it up in FLAMES (Yeah)
Fuck the system, Fuck the game (Yeah)
Y'all too crooked I'm ashamed (Yeah)
Yeah! Let's blow it up in FLAMES
Blow it up in FLAMES
Blow it up in INSANE
Blow it up in FLAMES
Blow it up in INSANE
INSANE
Hmm
Let's blow it up in FLAMES

They dropping bombs on us, droppin uh (They dropping bombs)
They dropping bombs on us, eh eh (They dropping bombs)
Release the clones on us, aye aye (Release the clones)
They dropping bombs on us, eh eh (Ouu, They dropping bombs)

I got a book for ya head top
Dropping knowledge like Farrakhan
Me and broke don't get along
Sandy storms like alchemy
Find my way
Find clarity
Drop gems, no vanity
Western insanity
Held down like gravity
Bloody skies, these bloody days
You see it ain't fun
Bloody skies, bloody shoes
Still, I ain't run from the ONE
Bloody news, bloody coops
We just tune in and think it's enough
Like as if views are currency and we ain't thinking enough
We just thinking too much
We just fuckin like we don't give a fuck
Fuckin like the bedroom a circus
Back to the roots
Brother, I'm running
Back to the truth, Nigga stop running
They got us in a sunken place and it's real dark
They got us trippin thinking black ain't the purest of all (Woah)
Melanin (that's real shit)
God he hard at work for us
I'm scared he won't let us in
Cause all these demons roam around and we let em in
Changing consciousness (we hella lost in this)
When did clout and money become consciousness (When)
When did real and Fuckry become opposites (Opposites)
I got plans to show the world where the Prophet lives (Where the Prophet lives)
They say they gon' lift us up but do the opposites (the opposites)
I need reparations. (Uh huh)
Right now
For them plantations
Right now

(Is this all a mistake?)
Yeah
Why we move so fake? (Yeah)
Is this all a game? Woah, Ou.
Let's light it up in FLAMES (Yeah)
Let's blow it up in FLAMES (Yeah)
Fuck the system, Fuck the game (Yeah)
Ya'll too crooked I'm ashamed (Yeah)
Yeah! Let's blow it up in FLAMES
Blow it up in FLAMES
Blow it up in INSANE
Blow it up in FLAMES
Blow it up in INSANE
INSANE
Hmm
Let's blow it up in FLAMES