Mira, miralo, miralo, yea
I gotta say, it's getting hot around the way
Been, keeping demons at bay, we don't communicate
We just drift, drift along fam, drift along
That check coming on the 1st and 15th for us all
In god we trust, is coincidentally, written on currency we cease to exist without
So we doubt, lord show yourself now
But they don't want revolution, they barely want restitution
Look how we watch in silence, In the newest kicks and smart phones
And tweet back against violence, Ah
Truthfully none of us want it, I mean it's better than where we came from
Right, I didn't get robbed today, that's a plus
I didn't get stopped today, that's a plus, I'm comfortable as f*ck
It's a slow process, History title toward progress
And OG's complain about the sound, don't trip just show them how
Young dudes let's make our rounds
Stock just copped a piece of the block, and, the Dominicans monopolized barber shops on the strip
My brother Byron investing in tech apps, NMB we outchea, I'm vouching, yea
I'm all about the power, all about this thing of ours, all prowess
I told soul I might fight capitalism later, but, for now I got to get my cake up, yea
Only hypocrites can understand
Only those blessed with the information, can feel cursed by the burden of disseminating it
Without the means to, As I breeze through
The city with the best intentions, reflecting, on correcting the aforementioned
There is no we there is just us, if that make sense
This is the tropics, I said there is no we there is just us
This is the tropics, the proletariat tropics