M.T. Hollis

M.T. Hollis

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Lyrics

Suck Off

Written By: M.T. Hollis

Suck Off
Written and sung by
M.T. Hollis

Chorus

They say suck off
To people needing their help
Suck off
To people needing their wealth
They say now suck off
Cause they’ve forgotten what’s real
I said now
Suck off
Suck off your damn self

Verse 1

Have you forgot about the neighborhood and all about the place you grew
Knowing damn well that things are not good
Concerned about your twenty two’s, designer suits and shiny shoes
Look around
The only thing that’s changing is you
Put back in the community
Children to the elderly
Make contributions more frequently
Open up your eyes and see now that things are easy street
Give back and don’t be the new cheap elite

Chorus

Verse 2

I’m just blazing weed
I’m in the cipher that’s why they all are engaging me
Strangely I think that it’s lame to be
An icon paying to bling with diamonds placed on rings
While kids displaced on streets have no place to sleep or plate to eat
I need a little space to breathe
And though I know
That poor is not the state to be
Me and most of my bros rock faded tees
How can I tame the beast or change they way they think
Y’all bob yer head now like that’s the latest release
But when the tape ceases will it fail to increase
The love that’s saving me or the way that we treat
Other peeps on the street or other place that we meet
Try it now
It boils down to the way that we speak
You treat a person like an animal you’ll hate that mangy beast
But treat a person like a person and you’ll break the chain maybe

Chorus

Interlude

What is your aim in this
Merely to stack riches
Seems so simplistic but will millions make a difference
I don’t think so
Just for instance
How many stars should I mention
Having a ball
On top of it all
But took a fall to some addiction
Life is done in a few short glimpses
But the poverty is relentless
While you have the chance
Help the people advance
The legacy left will be endless

Verse 3

Think what a million could do
For inner-city schools
With no paper or books
As students file in the room
Little punks who grew up with badass attitudes
Because they woke up and were sent to school with no food
In their tummies
They’re hungry
So they’re in a bad mood
And all these people who could and should just don’t
And all the youths who could have improved just won’t
And though talk is cheap most blow just smoke
Just hold on for now little man you’re a king
And hold your head princess you’re a queen
Life can be hard but before your detour be warned
The changing of the guard is about to start to so be part
Part a path for me
Give me time to spit
A theory from the born social scientist
I’m finished
I’m done
I’m out of here
But before leave throw a middle finger in the air and say
Chorus

Interlude

Chorus

End