Psyops - Esham

Dope, coke, then you had a stroke

Walk around sleep but you acting like you woke

No hope, is this a fucking joke?

First, you make us sick then you sell the antidote

Go broke, until you fucking croak

They found you hanging in your house, rope around your throat

Oh no, the mirrors and the smoke

I was blowing weed with the Devil and the Pope

Blood-soaked, I’m putting on my cult

The camera always watching so I gotta keep a cloak

Oh no, who wanna fly death

Like Juice WRLD OD’in' on a jet

Can’t cope, swallow pills and choke

FBI surveillance, you under a microscope

Invoke, I’ll sacrifice a goat

I’ll never get to heaven, all this wicket shit I wrote

When you look at me

Deeply in my eyes

I’m really not surprised

You can see I died

It started on the slave boats, add the black votes

Anything change for po' folks?

Nope

They killed every revolutionary that spoke

Poisonous psychosis can’t cope

The person you tryna persuade never insult

In the information age that’s how you get results

Using the mind to influence the mind

Now they got the three blind mice leading the blind

Got the book of Eli, braille reading the blind

Flesh of my flesh blood bleeding with mine

Crime is life and life is crime

Made a lot of money in my lifetime

Oh no, paper don’t come slow

Cooking up dope in the kitchen like gumbo

Since a adolescent my pockets on dumbo

One hand catch touchdown no fumble

When you look at me

Deeply in my eyes

I’m really not surprised

You can see I died

Look at me I been dead, eyes bloodshot red

No smoking regs, smoke coming out my head

Profit of rage, information age

Don’t make the obituary page

America scared of me, electric shock therapy

You could die live on the air with me

Psychological warfare, and I got proof

Propaganda, selective truth

Don’t answer questions, strategic messages

Be an optimist and not a pessimist

I’m like the witch doctor, I’ll make ya head shrink

I be ya bitch poppa disrupt the way you think

'Cause it’s a psyops watch you like cyclops

Psychosomatic destruction of neighborhood blocks

Bend over for your government butt fucking

Cash your stimulus check, you still ain’t got nothing

When you look at me

Deeply in my eyes

I’m really not surprised

You can see I died