Karma

from Grey Matter by C.J. Robertson & 2nd Son

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Running time: 34m:27s

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lyrics

I steer clear from a distance 
With all these big problems
Ain’t nobody tryna touch it with a ten foot pole
Let alone pole for the right cause
Ain’t it all so so so sad 
Boo hoo 
Nowadays everybody just scraping along 
Tryna spread that lil bit of cheese on the Triscuit 
Isolating all alone in your homes and now you feel like a misfit
 In almost every case money move the world 
Distraction through the tech and the trinkets 
Connection to your world sold separate  
All those ills that you spread trickle down
Karma come back around
It’s never too late to turn it around
Karma come back around  
You should listen before you speak 
Cuz I ain’t in it for the flavour of the week
I’ve been in it for a minute 
And I played the games 
And I’m so through with no call to action from other lames 
What happened to it? 
Thought you were in it for the love of it 
But you just love the way it looks 
So you ain’t in it for the art?
You just in it for the stacks and the sky rise and a lake view
and a lav life with a bad bitch on the side
Do I sound right?
 If not, how come everything I see on tv
Modelling how I need to behave
 All this time thinking I need to change to be me
 Bitch please
I’m just tryna feed up on this substance 
I ain’t got no time for any sustenance 
This value system corrupted and its twisted 
Benchmarked by the traders and their highest bidders 
No use for chug chugging for change 
Instead I’m chugging my bank account wrapped in brown bags
And even if I’m lucky and I start a little flame 
Just watch—probably spend it on a range 
Remember at the end of the day 
All you got is your brain
 Fore it all goes down the drain