Missing – B.o.B – letras

[Verse 1]UhSeems like since we got a black presidentBlack people stop questioning the governmentAnd that ain’t no diss to Barrack eitherSo Mutherfucker you can miss me with that other shitI’m good for life, I don’t really need another hitYou wanna bury me you better get the shovel andYou better make it deep enoughwhere no one will recover meI’m Bobby Fucking Ray, I’m a modern day anomalyLast year I did a show on a continentIn a country with a struggling economyWho the hell you think paid for it all?It sure ain’t rocket science And it sure ain’t trigonometryDrug money, drug money, drug moneyBlood money, blood money, blood moneyFor god sakes there’s an all-seeing eyeon the back of the dollar, we can’t even trust moneyYou need to understand who you dealing… WithThese are like modern day villainsThese are type of people that would kill a whole villageBuild a fucking building… And say it’s just businessWho you think gave you religion?Land of the free… Who you think built it?And don’t ever let them tell you nothing differentcuz we know who did it if I ever come up missing[Hook]I’m missing, I’m missing, I’m missingTen strands of my DNA is missingCuban Linx on my neck as they glistenListen up Mutherfucker pay attentionIt’s a New World Order that we live inLies on the lips of every politicianMan at night I pray to God for forgivenessI just wonder if the big homie’s still listeningStill listening, I wonder if the big homie’s still listeningStill listening, I wonder if the big homie’s still listening[Verse 2]I don’t need a hook but for hooks sakeIf I had a hook, I’d make the hook say »Be a good slave, be a good slave »(Be a good slave, be a good slave)Everybody in my hood braveEverybody in my hood slangEvery street got a freakAnd they give her all the wood that she could takeI’m fresher than a faema coffeeGet it? I’m fresher than a FEMA coffinI’m willing to die for mineBut you the type of niggaYou’ll call the police departmentIf you can’t look in someone’s eyes and be yourselfAnd speak the thoughts that’s on your mindYou ain’t got no reason to liveYou on the sidelineYou just a motherfucking slaveThey got your mind tied up and it’s missing[Hook][Verse 3]Uh, I know I appear to be quite severeAn unopen mind will consider me weirdThats just how the Matrix has been engineeredNow lend me your earLend me your earNot to strike fearMore like Paul RevereNot talking down on nobody at allI just got some shit I think you should hearUh, LookI ain’t acting like I got all these facts and shitBut if you calling me a liar, look up in the skyLook up in the sky you can see it happeningUh, I’m not a activistJust a young, black nigga with a half a senseCuz there’s ancient knowledge that they hiding from usAnd I think it’s time that we take it back againBecause it’s missing[Outro][First seven lines of Hook repeated]Last night I prayed to God for forgivenessI know they listening, I know they listeningI know they got my phone tapped and they listeningLouis V’s on my bag and the fedswanna know whats in the suitcase, Pulp FictionAm I the realest? Am I the realest?Cuz I dont only talk about it and I live itBut they don’t want anyone to find out the truthAnd if I’m right I’mma wind up