Open Thunder Eternal Slumber lyrics

Woo!

You know we in Berkeley, California right now

Riding on the freeway, man

Passing, uh, Emeryville going through Oakland

Shouts out to Richmond

San Francisco

Lil B, uh

One day to live, ‘cause we living in the moment

The past is the present, the gift is my performance

I’m working for the future, ‘cause I live in a computer

I could tell you things that I seen

A lot of guns in the streets, shattered dreams

Spacebar, backspace, retrace your steps,

I'm on the block like Jahvid Best

Smoke a lot of weed, had to calm my stress

Would have thought when the money would came, my problems would change

Step back, I ? my chains

Sport back like I"m out the game, I'm out of your lane

Think twice nigga, follow your brain

I've got rich, and I act the same

Niggas is lame, I'm too real, you the one who changed

Had to open my eyes since I got that fame

Sit back in my partner's office

Nigga laughing, reminiscing, how I took them losses

Man I promise one day, if I took that loss

Paint the whole city black, open up that coffin

No sir, I don't believe in Jesus

He was a slave to the world, and the books and preachers

I feel weird ‘cause I go against my own body

Keep it too real, I got a new deal

Niggas fake, but that money in that coupe real

Actually, what's the root of how you feel

No disrespect, I found myself in church, paying respect to the Lord, like everyone else

But the picture of the blond hair and blue eyes

Is something that I ain't feeling

I ain't saying that I can't, but I ain't gon' be another slave to the race

And I got friends around the world at 21

This is on my mind, practice forgiveness

With nobody talking when I made the wishes

It’s for real, business

Niggas fell down, hopped off those fences

Feel bad because I made mistakes

And still got raped by the system, still forgive 'em

Spend your whole childhood in the courtroom system

Fell down, nobody gon’ pick 'em

No money, no lawyer gon’ pick 'em

They just forgive 'em, leave ‘em to play nigga

Leave ‘em to die, leave ‘em to rot

I'm surprised he alive

Sphsh for real, you poor you die

The rich get killed ‘cause of money they got

Man, the sports get money while the doctors saving lives, can’t peel

Man 9 to 5, can't even pay the bills

We need to, uh, manage the money for builders and plumbers, the waters, the purifiers, the paper, the lumber

I might go to LA for the summer

Venice beach music

Open up the thunder, eternal slumber

• Artist:Lil B
• Album:I’m Gay (I’m Happy) (2011)