Missing Songtext
von B.o.B

Seems like since we got a black president
Black people stopped questioning the government
And that ain′t no diss to Barack either
So motherfucker you can miss him with that other shit
I'm good for life, I don′t really need another hit
You wanna bury me, you better get to shoveling
You better make it deep enough where no one will recover me
I'm Bobby fucking Ray, I'm a modern day anomaly
Last year I did a show on the continent
In a country with a struggling economy
Who the hell you think paid for it all?
It sure ain′t rocket science and it sure ain′t trigonometry Drug money, drug money, drug money
Blood money, blood money, blood money
For God's sake, it′s the all-seeing eye on the back of the dollar
We can't even trust money
You need to understand who you′re dealing with
These are like modern day villains
These the type of people that'll kill a whole village
Build a fucking building and say it′s just business
Who you think gave you religion?
Land of the free, who you think built it?
And don't ever let 'em tell you nothing different
Cause we know who did it if I ever come up missing


I′m missing, I′m missing, I'm missing
Ten strands of my DNA is missing
Cuban links on my neck as they glisten
Listen up, motherfucker, pay attention
It′s a new world order that we live in
Lies on the lips of every politician
Man, at night I pray to God for forgiveness
I just wonder if the big homie still listening
Still listening, I wonder if the big homie still listening
Still listening, I wonder if the big homie still listening

I don't need a hook, but for hook′s sake
If I had a hook I'd make the hook say
Be a good slave, be a good slave
Be a good slave, be a good slave
Everybody in my hood brave
Everybody in my hood slang
Every street got a freak
And they give her all the wood that she could take
I′m fresher than a FEMA coffin
Get it? I'm fresher than a FEMA coffin
I'm willing to die for mine
But you the type of nigga who call the police department
If you can′t look in someone′s eyes and be yourself
And speak the thoughts that's on your mind
You ain′t got no reason to live, you on the sideline
You just a motherfucking slave, they got your mind tied up

I know I appear to be quite severe
The un-opened mind would consider me weird
That's just how the Matrix has been engineered
Now lend me your ear, lend me your ear
Not to strike fear, more like Paul Revere
Not talking down on nobody at all
I just got some shit that I think you should hear
I ain′t acting like I got all these facts and shit
But if you calling me a lie
Look up in the sky, look up in the sky
You can see it happening
I'm not an activist
Just a young black nigga with a half a sense
Cause it′s ancient knowledge that they hiding from us
And I think it's time that we take it back again

I know they listening, I know they listening
I know they got my phone tapped and they listening
Louis V's on my bag and the feds wanna know
What′s in the suitcase, Pulp Fiction
Am I the realest? Am I the realest?
Cause I don′t only talk about it and I live it
But they don't want anyone to find out the truth
And if I′m right, I'ma wind up