Joey Jones - Epilogue Lyrics

My hope for tomorrow's a better place
If I could erase, all of the pain
You know that I would not hesitate
So many problems that we face
My hope for tomorrow's a better place
If I could erase, all of the pain
You know that I would not hesitate
We live in a sick world
Blood diamonds and white pearls
Young boys that'll hit girls
Girls that'll boys til more of this sh-- whirls
Where the f--- did our happiness go?
So depressed and our friends and family don't even
We don't know the definition of family no more
Too busy being a slave to our f--king phones
Watching people get shot up
He was your homeboy, you ain't even call the doctor
The whole Earth needs a medic
Y'all resorting to violence, sh-- is pathetic
But that ain't even half of the world's woes
But if I get outta pocket, bet half of the world knows
But y'all wanna listen to Kanye
He just proved that y'all people is all slaves
So many problems that we face
My hope for tomorrow's a better place
If I could erase, all of the pain
You know that I would not hesitate
So many problems that we face
My hope for tomorrow's a better place
If I could erase, all of the pain
You know that I would not hesitate
But back to my last note
Mental slavery is a choice bro
You decide who you rocking with
Turn the channel if you ever feel the opposite
These people do not control you
You know the lords the only one I'll ever give my soul to
I've always been the one that everybody always goes to
When they need to hear about the real sh-- that we go through
Uh, they call it conscious rap
I was unconscious when I wrote this, got my vision black
When I awoke to a white light
My third eye was opened up in hindsight
Y'all people going on killing sprees
Trying to cast blame and shoot villainy
These revenge tactics is hurting us
Eye for an eye, and the whole world'll be burping blood
And that's exactly what they want to see
They want to give themselves a reason just to hate you and me
They want to make us have a East vs West coast beef
And then highlight that sh-- as our important history
You see what they did to Huey
See what they did to Pac
See what they did to Martin
See what they did to Doc
You see what they did to Biggie
See what they did to Sandra
See what they did to Malcolm
See what they did to Philando
This is not a coincidence, this is not a discussion
We are tired of dying, we are tired of running
No this isn't Wakanda, half of you people gunning
The wrong people so lethally, why the f--k bring the gun in?
But take it all with a grain of salt
I'm still teaching myself, learning how to walk
I just hope that y'all eventually get the message
We need to learn how to see each other as sisters and brethren