Red Dust

It's not the heat, it's the dust
 It's not the money, it's the rush
 It's not the weed, that's a crutch
 It's not greed, that's not enough
 It's not the heat, it's the dust
 It's not the drugs, it's the cut
 It's not the act, it's the touch
 It's how she arch her back when she-
 Knock the plane out the sky
 Spark the genocide
 Let's see who gives who a place to hide
 You might be surprised (you might not)
 Either way, it'd be wise to retrieve that black box
 If you live, sometimes, it's best just to circle the block
 I was in the ceilin' when they swept the buildin'
 I kept my head down when the cops came for the children
 I rode the train er'day past that fuckin' prison
 I broke bread with killas and rapists
 I got money with niggas you should not
 Leave with a child for two fuckin' seconds
 They don't tell you that in they raps
 Don't tell me that's the past
 I live in the past jack
 It ain't even that different
 Niggas rhyme fast about bitches
 Niggas supposedly abstract
 White boys take what they want and just flip it, flip it
 Shrug before he licked the revolver, shoulda listened
 Now these are shenanigans, you have all witnessed the system
 Crocodile slid it in, almost graceful how he swim
 I'm a savage, volcano rim, just toss him in
 It's not the heat, it's the dust
 It's not the money, it's the rush
 It's not the weed, that's a crutch
 It's not greed, that's not enough (it's not enough)
 It's not the heat, it's the dust (it's not enough, man, that's the problem)
 You on the list
 Planet ain't big enough, we can't coexist
 Say my prayers e'ry night you'll be in the mix
 I can't wait, dream about it like sex
 Etch you off the writ
 Help you remember what you tryna forget
 I want us to be alone in your home
 I wanna suck the marrow out ya bones
 I wanna show you what I learned from the worst people I ever known
 I wanna follow you like the Jakes
 I wanna swallow you, show you the hate inside, it's a lake
 So cold, so deep
 I see you, you never saw me
 Transferred to the sea
 So close, I can see a nick from shavin'
 Your neck so exposed
 Your throat would open like a hose
 Eyes wide open, I would watch you go
 Seeing you in hell, all I think about when they say woods
 That's all she wrote
 I know the list long
 I put you at the fuckin' top though