The Highway - Tunde Olaniran

All the promises get made

I’m under the road they paved

I hope it’s worth the rent you pay

Too low to take the high way

They googlin, ooglin ruins

Brewing ensuing illusions

Of tree farms

New cars

Whole foods

Sports bars

Where nobodies pants’ll be saggin

Don’t let nobody with hats in

Don’t drink the water we frackin

They paid;

why not be happy?

Kidnapped the sap and we napping

Don’t question how we get backing

Corporate interests are something

That we should never be lacking

Don’t need us here so a cell

Is perfect since freedom’s for sale

And slavery’s over but hell

A field’s not as clean as a jail

They parachute in contenders

They gentrification vendors

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Capitalistic ventures

Frisking and searching and seizing

Red cuz the budget that’s bleeding

Readin how their farms could be feeding

But all they can get is a meeting

Boot on the neck of the lamb

Ruthless killer;

son of sam

Wham bam ma’am

Now you in a jam with the deed

Coming up short like a dwarf in capris

Next door, they in the same skillet

They cheat the deck and then deal it

They own the news so they chillin

Turn my neighbors to villains

Buffalo Plaid and henley

Welcome them cuz they gentry

Hard bangs speak gently

Yo art get no entry

I rent but they own that

They white but still like rap

That zeitgeist they roadmap

We off punk we on trap

I’m broke but the bank’s got some dough they loan me tho

Goldman Sachs, JP Morgan the new colonial

Powers, get all the welfare that they wanna

Does that make them John Smith?

Does that make me Pocahontas?