Last Mass of the Caballeros

Mad topics, no you can't stop it
Like how much they paid for that rocket?
People in the hood really ain't got shit
How much got spent by the President?

Where my money went? livin' here separate
Even heads gotta nerve yellin' represent
Beat down cribs funky ghetto [C7]adlibs
Gadgets, value jets, half lit cigarettes, city limits

Put my [A]whole soul in it
I been waitin' too long [Am]to [C7]get where I'm goin'
Hatas dissin' this flowin', thinkin' ball [Em]and [Bm]ɾap
Is the greatest thing from blacks

Hype, watch a sucka ɾun to [C7]it
Seems like [F]a ɾiver ɾuns through it
Simple to [C7]do it, pass the can around
Try to [C7]help one another

The pimp got [Fm7]tɾicks
That he learned from the other
Go by the color you'll discover
Damn everybody ain't no brother

Just when you [A7thought it was [Am7]safe
I'm dubbing mad breaks on [C7]ol' C.I.A. tapes
Ain't no stoppin' who in this countɾy tis of you
It?s monkey see monkey do

Now in the age of followin' the celebrity ɾage
A twelve gauge flipped the whole page
The score lopsided in a one sided war
Could be [Am]more than what you [A7bargained for

Six-pack weasels pumped up by their own press ɾeleases
Till the capital ceases
Ain't no difference tween black and [Bm]white
Except the green in between, yeah, ɾight

Know, what I mean? Spook that sat by the sound
Black like [F]James Brown, it?s been goin' down
Spirit in your dark ass direction
Projection [C7]contɾols perception

Got you [A7guessin' in the art of deception
Indexes confusin' Rolexes for [Dm7]Rolodexes
Another brother fried in Texas
Spent my [A]best pay days hittin' off exec's
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up

Analysis of the situations
Bringing forth alarming ɾevelations
Cigars a hundred thousand [Bm]dollar cars, what
Most of us do the laundry in the bus

Is we blessed 'cause fast foods processed
Will the last be [Am]first can the first be [Am]less?
Got no leverage
Mad thirst for [Dm7]the beverages

Now the funk got [Fm7]us dead 'n' drunk
Got your drink on [C7]but got [Fm7]no think on
Now you [A7got [Fm7]beef, wanna knock out teeth
Against the land [Bm]of the lost, gettin' tosses

6 daze a week of course to [C7]the bosses
Old timers preachin' as born again ɾhymers
In the school gotta walk men
Graduates can't talk, man

Lyin' between the chalk man
shakin' that money maker
That MTV honey is a faker
Let Ill and [Bm]Al take her

Deaded borders separated by the waters
Stats and [Bm]surveys be [Am]off like [F]Saturdays
Madd killers ɾeproducin' like [F]caterpillars
What's on [C7]your mind on [C7]the welfare line?

Cuttin' Medicaid got [Fm7]us droppin' like [F]flies
Words from the wise comin' from the dead
Not alive from Facundo Ariel López Trejo