How Many? Lyrics

(To see if there is a pattern)

(Or an intentional practice)

(Of violating civil rights)

How many dying children

Does it take to fix a nation

Turned off my television

Set when I seen Trayvon

I would find myself

In waves of guilt and condemnation

An equal part of me is scarring me

To be the blame

A conscious Me

Is splitting Me

In half to separate me

I checked my ego

At the lobby

While my 'id'

Wasn't lost

It's probably

Hiding in my

Wallet cause it

Knows the stake

At cost

And cuts are made

To shape the paradigm

The superego tossed

Out. of the window

Off of the ferris wheel

Keeps spinning with inertia

What never hurt you

May well kill you

Rich and power

Aren't to heal you

Rich and power

Aren't in power

I'm impartial

I'm a coward

I just watch the screen and scowl

We need action what's the course

This isn't rapping it's remorse

This isn't honoring the code

To my own knowledge

It's an oath

To what is righteous and obscure

If ebonics make you nauseous

Than my dick could be the cure

Something's wrong here

Truly wrong here

I know something is in store

How many dying children

Does it take to change a nation

How many people does it take

To truly find the light

If Derek Mayle locked his

Children in the fucking basement

What do you think that they

Would do to yours or mine tonight

And staying silent only prolonging

The resurrection when every

Corner of the map leads me to J. Christ

Where every section8 are islands

All for segregation

I find myself still in the ghetto

Right where I reside

Orange slides

Orange slides

And white lies

Orange slides

And if the info don't come

Natural than it's memorized

Shoot that bullet into pork

While you're driving by

Put a finger in the blender

Uncle Sammy's waiting

Incidental when you try

To press a giants might

I know kung-fu

I've been training

Like i'm Kenny Mason

Free my brothers

From the stricken rain

And hell fire

There is way more

To the story

Than this shit they're saying

All my questions

Are not pressing

When it's out of sight

Turn the t.v. right back on

Heart starts beating

While I yawn

Not exhaustion

Of the physical

But of the mind beyond

Hate the feeling of my Mom

Dealing with tribulation

Suppose her stipulation

Was set in fucking blood

Orange slides

(Uh)

Orange slides

(Uh huh)

Orange slides

How many dying children

Does it take to wake you up

How many times

I've seen you sleeping

While you're standing up

You put a monkey in a cage

And what does man say

He says that beast

Belongs incarcerated anyway

Throwing one too many

Apes in that same bunk and

It might lead to be the feet's achilles

While we're free throwing

I'm a prospect of the project

While i'm G talking

I haven't met God yet

I'm not upset

I just keep walking

Silencing the mind

Is not an easy task

Work it like a muscle

Like a gym rat

Pondering is fathering

A trademark

Take a half an hour

For yourself

Before your day starts

Looking at the ending

Of your journey

Seeming very far

But it's getting real close

Never looking back enough

To focus on where they are

Grab a trusted heated heater

Bet that you are going to need her

I could take a rude boy

And then turn him

Into a believer

(Ticking)