qabriel - Pound of Flesh Lyrics

They just want my good raps
They just want my sex
They just want to watch me
Dance for the reps
They just make the clubs shake
Off of my voice
Tryna control me
I don't get a choice
Even if I do die
They'll still get their money
They'll use all the tracks I've made
And turn into something
Turn me into something
Hologram jumping
Got the whole crowd
Coachella fist pumping
2100
22nd century
Just an AI
With a whole lot of symmetry
They don't even need me
See me in the media
They make up anything
As long it is feeding ya
They just want to use me
They don't care about me
You don't see me as a human
Like your words don't affect me
You don't care if I bleed
A pound of flesh you need
You don't care if I bleed
A pound of flesh you need
Everybody need something when I'm on
But when I needed you
Why were you gone
I'm supposed to be the bigger man
Turn the other cheek
Help out everyone
Who never helped me
Maybe I am selfish
Maybe this is not right
Did it solo dolo
Now they coming by
To say hi
I know what you want
I wish you wanted me
But really you are here
Just take what you need
So go on and feed
Go on and feed on me
They just want to use me
They don't care about me
You don't see me as a human
Like your words don't affect me
You don't care if I bleed
A pound of flesh you need
You don't care if I bleed
A pound of flesh you need
Look at the pretty people
Posting all of their pictures
Of protesting the system
I bet they feel really different
I bet they wish they got gassed
So they could Instagram live
Wonder how many ask
Were you scared for your life
Bravery at its finest
You Purple Hearted your journey
Paraded all of your learning
With black bodies on gurneys
You went home to a peace
That some of us never known
The problem is that you care
Only when trends are on
Only when somethings lost
Only when you thinking that
Posting might make you pop
Or scared of a follow drop
Scared to say the wrong thing
So only reposting others
Won't dare speak your own thoughts
Cuz in truth you care not
In truth I'm not fine
In truth I'm that mad
In truth I'm that black
Who died on cracked pavement
Knee in my back
Resist the temptation
Speak on behalf
Of me and my ass
I'm tryna be patient
Bury sensation
Of burning it down
But nothing is changing
Maybe hit pockets
Maybe they'll stop it
Maybe suicide will open their eyes
They'll blame it on mental
Least they'll hear cries
And maybe surmise
All of this pain
You gotta choose sides
And if you not mine
Then grab you a shovel
Tell God I said Hi.