Listen to Wellstone (feat. Akie Bermiss) by Soul Khan

Wellstone (feat. Akie Bermiss)

Soul Khan

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Soul Khan - Wellstone feat. Akie Bermiss (prod. by Deejay Element)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Soul Khan
Soul Khan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Abraham Weston
Noah Abraham Weston
Songwriter

Lyrics

Sha la la la la la Live for today I wake up, put the brush to my busted teeth Day one of these lucky luxuries Now I wake up whenever it comforts me Sit down on the train on a dusty seat Into the city where they hustle, cheat Just to eat a more supple meat Why pay for the cow when the tongue's for free I'mma save the world so my first son can see Might find the door but never touch the key They get tricked by slick Mike Huckabee All my old ways now seeming dumb to me But you'd have probably done the same when you was young as me I'm taking every shot til the buzzer beeps And touching every base til I scuff my cleats Been nice since I was in dungarees So when it's all said and done, I'mma fuck and feast And we walk And we fall And we all Must live for today Now I used to play with them little army men Until I really learned what an army meant Got fans that are uniformed guardians And they all got family that longs for them I don't wanna hear another word from Barack Til he turns up the clock and brings them home They're needed more here Where the people don't fear the next moment something explodes And we're still torturing; damn, it feels fraudulent To lie that we more righteous than the people that we war against The audience is partying with all the best intoxicants As their fellow humans smell the fumes of dead and rotten flesh So I go to sleep, then open each My eyes to find that no one seems To care about the slowly creeping Ocean sea that's growing deeper Oh, you just be hating Soul Cause they're too cold like the H2O Where the glaciers float Wait, wait, where'd the glaciers go? Never mind -- your brain's too slow Sorry if I'm not believing What you taught to stop the heathens And really, if there's karma Why did they leave Gandhi bleeding? I ain't trapped within the lines of any kind of palm you reading This is my life, and I'mma live it like I've always dreamed it
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