Education (feat. Yasiin Bey & Black Thought)

Ooh Maisha T, aaj pehli baar tum ne kaam ki baat ki hai
 Education
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 They go in one way, they come out crazy
 Peace preparatory school, emperors and conquerors
 Pharaohs and followers
 Goblins and monsterers
 Stone heart jewels and gold for the fools
 The bones of the innocent is buckles on they boots
 The jail overcrowded, they emptied out the school
 See the devil twitchin', ears itchin' from the truth
 Strange fruit, cyanide, soufflé, and soup
 It's tasty for a few and murder for the group
 A dead-end street with a lemonade stand
 Where is the sky in upside down land?
 That question is hard if you can't see the stars
 I'm really not sure, ask me tomorrow
 I may not be here
 I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight
 Or both, but nah, son, I couldn't just chill
 Everybody gigglin', that kid was gettin' killed
 And I knew when I stood they would turn on me
 And I don't need no more trouble with my sleep
 So I did what I did and that's what it is
 Tell the sheriff and the deputy I don't give a fick
 Tell my mama and my kin and all of y'all and them, it's like this
 Get free and stay sick
 And that's it
 An education
 Peace parishioners, onlookers, and listeners
 Visitors keepin' the consumption conspicuous
 Kids graduatin' from public schools and prisoners
 Underprivileged, aboriginal, indigenous
 Sent images of that family that got adopted
 The president of some nonprofits is out of pocket
 I heard the world ending is trendin', I tried to watch it
 I focused on sinnin' when winnin' was not an option
 The system we compete against is farm to table hand
 Pickin' them ingredients, civil disobedience
 Encyclopedia, definition of greediness
 Gluttony, please take heed of who you treaty with
 Me, Freddie, Flaco, and Shot never forgot though
 That Plymouth Rock landed on top of new Morocco
 Couldn't see who was firin' shots, the shooter got low
 And left a burnin' cross on the lawn just like a pothole
 I may not be here
 I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight
 They sayin the six bands are higher for the flight
 So I may be a hitman for hire for the night
 If you're figurin' this man's maniacal, you're right
 Bar codes on the wristband, it's not an oversight
 They intentionally expand, probably to extradite
 If you wanna play blind, just look straight into the light
 The puppeteers playin' you for spite
 And worldwide, what we're payin' is the price
 And that's life
 An education
 Wooden leather buck talk
 China white with cut talk
 Kane train, a ho could never put me in a Slut Walk
 Education, trap-onomics, narcotic plug talk
 My hands was right back in the birds soon as they took the 'cuffs off
 Gotta feed your fuckin' wolves or they gon' feed on a nigga
 It's quite ironic how all this ice'll keep the heat on a nigga
 My cousin beat me for a pack and I put the beam on a nigga
 And I don't gotta finesse the plug because I Deebo that nigga
 Used to be peace and O's, drop am opp like pop's stinky load
 Last Friday hit by the pos, too dope in the commode
 Got off the stove and slowed my role, I'm in the mosque now
 But I'll still serve you a baked potato Bobby Johnson style
 You ain't lit, you litter like Trump Twitter feed
 Black mobster shit, I'm more Melvin Willams than Genevieve's
 Them fist fights had me swappin' blood with my enemies
 You ain't from no set if you wasn't gangbangin' in Little League
 I may not be here
 I'm feelin' like I might just leave before I start a fire or a fight
 A million fuckin' dollars a year just won't suffice
 Got a factor in that more bad habits and the cost of life
 Cost of life, uh
 We stay so high, that's why we can't come up
 My credit score is zero, I'm still pullin' Ranges up
 Them cash counters is counteractive
 The paper cuts gas by a pump like when Dominque used to lace some up
 I changed it up, I pray the streets don't take what's left of me
 Drugs for the free, soul sold separately
 Education