Vision Songtext
von KillaTooma

With no vision, the people will perish
Without the time, tell me how I going cherish
I wan′ be somewhere burning loud out on a terrace
Distributing this mail, you would think I is Eris
I went from "fuck high school" to a book fetish
I keep a high I.Q, watch me eat lettuce
In a Rollie Yacht-Master, the sequel
Just know the worth and my soul ain't a equal
Killa on the up, and that′s straight to the top
I see their faces; they want me to flop
The competition don't want me to drop
The politicians, they want me to stop
Cause with no vision, the people will perish
The early days, now I bet you would cherish
Grateful that I went from a porch to a terrace
Now I sipping champagne on beaches in Venice


With no vision, the people will perish
With no vision, the people will perish
With no vision, my people will perish
I wan' be somewhere burning loud out on a terrace
With no vision, the people will perish
With no vision, the people will perish
With no vision, my people will perish
Grateful that I went from a porch to a terrace

I see these dudes acting like they innocent
You niggas carbon copies, while I "innovent"
So if they try to ride the wave, they got to pay the rent
I see these niggas throwing shade, so I going pitch a tent
A nigga cage a old soul like the old folks
Who had the standing chariots with the gold spokes
And one stallion, eating like Italians
Didn′t know true love until the time it brought the offspring
That′s when I turn to Father, and I ask him
"How?"
The old me I had to cast him out
Through the oppression is all 'bout progression
I made it sure that I be my profession
Know with no vision the people will perish
The golden memories, I′m sure you would cherish
Be careful with your love and know who your friend is
Cause ain't nobody know whenever the end is


With no vision, the people will perish
With no vision, the people will perish
With no vision, my people will perish
Now we bussin′ Chandon at meetings in Venice

With no vision, the people will perish
With no vision, the people will perish
With no vision, my people will perish
I wan' be somewhere burning loud out on a terrace
That′s when I turn to Father, and I ask him
"How?"
The old me I had to cast him out
With no vision, my people will perish
Now I watching Zaily play in the pool from the terrace

Daddy
Daddy
Daddy
Daddy