[Hook: E L U C I D]
Power, you don't know what to do with it
Power, you don’t know what to do with it
Power, you don't know what to do with it
Power, you don't know what to do with it
You don’t know what to do with it
[Verse 1: billy woods]
A story you heard turned to something you done
Creature jerked awake, air in its lungs
That first lie is the one
It's daughters and sons run barefoot through the house
Pink gums, tiny sharp teeth, every lie was young once
It rained for a month, more maybe
On the ark, Noah was drunk (talkin' crazy)
Tuggin' his belt out the loops
Hit him with the one-two, nigga, what you want?
I'm not a kid anymore, I'ma break your fuckin' jaw (keep playin' with me)
Eleven minutes later, police at the door
The world different from the back of a police car
Mom look old, Daddy beat down and small
Some hid when they heard the call, some slid
Some begged he’d forgive
I threw a sheet up, sharpened the shiv
Storm in a teacup, sip the brim
Crush peanuts, goat ribs, red oil to the rim
Red sunsets that never end
The serpent coiled in his den
Spoiled meat on the wind
Boiled beef intestine, tomorrow lookin’ grim
We ate facing away, our light dimmed
But everything done in the dark come to light at the end
Every day I walk past people beggin' to live
Every day I walk past the living dead
From me, they didn’t get a cent
Power, you don't know what to do with it
Power, you don’t know what to do with it
Power, you don't know what to do with it
Power, you don't know what to do with it
You don’t know what to do with it
[Verse 1: billy woods]
A story you heard turned to something you done
Creature jerked awake, air in its lungs
That first lie is the one
It's daughters and sons run barefoot through the house
Pink gums, tiny sharp teeth, every lie was young once
It rained for a month, more maybe
On the ark, Noah was drunk (talkin' crazy)
Tuggin' his belt out the loops
Hit him with the one-two, nigga, what you want?
I'm not a kid anymore, I'ma break your fuckin' jaw (keep playin' with me)
Eleven minutes later, police at the door
The world different from the back of a police car
Mom look old, Daddy beat down and small
Some hid when they heard the call, some slid
Some begged he’d forgive
I threw a sheet up, sharpened the shiv
Storm in a teacup, sip the brim
Crush peanuts, goat ribs, red oil to the rim
Red sunsets that never end
The serpent coiled in his den
Spoiled meat on the wind
Boiled beef intestine, tomorrow lookin’ grim
We ate facing away, our light dimmed
But everything done in the dark come to light at the end
Every day I walk past people beggin' to live
Every day I walk past the living dead
From me, they didn’t get a cent
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