All Dead

Illusionary smoke from the stuff they puff
HR Block can't stop the big bad wolf
When they huff and puff and knock ya down
Bulls eye mark then they stalk you down
The fool on the hill
With the smirk and crown see how that sounds
A little unrational
Public service announcement
To all the free nationals
Second class vaginal yep they get fucked
That's why they stuck in the same place
Confetti and stuff with that
Same o'lame o'real same o'deal
My state same ol'steal
And it's frozen like ice
In the coldest place where that space be
Can't even be traced

It's the poppy field
To the leaf worker's bag the bag to the boat
To catch wind drag the boat to the post
But no one on coast like they supposed to
They all disappear like ghosts
The boat to port report to their suppliers
Supply to the cops
Now who's to work for hire
Them young Moorish Messiahs
Who want them rims and tires
With the toys in their pocket
That can spit out fire the drug trafficker
To actor on the set the black momma
To baby who ain't born yet
From the table to the nose the cons and pros
You know how it go

All dead all dead

If you knew what I knew
You would do what you do

All dead all dead

If you heard what I said
All dead is what I read and I ain't playing

All dead all dead

All dead is what I read
And what I'm saying ain't unusual

All dead all dead

Dope man all dead is what I read
I ain't trying to confuse you bro