This is a song about "The industrial revolution"

Where the fuck the chorus

Back when crack was enormous

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

And i can't help but stare, cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

The revolution is coming get ready to ride

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution