Hurricane Matthew

Lowclass in the backroom
Lowclass in the bathroom
Lowclass kill for your food
Hurricane Matthew

Everywhere I look, see they can't afford it
954 never stepped from it but people kill for it
Children shirtless searching for mistress
Dim-less, who can even hurt this?
I'm caught in the middle like a middle child
Empty, forgotten and pushed down by Upper Hounds
Nouns spell it out but can we change the ground?
Asstound? (On my own)
But all they search for is a woman in a night gown
Isn't that sad? boy may grow up without a dad
People stuck on Kanye's next fad
Loosing all control like it's Octodad

I'm a troubled soul
I can't shake it off
Take me far away
Lynch me from my soul

I can't help myself
I'm a animal for sacrifice
No future could ever suffice
Accept my future on the hand of dice
Hurricane Matthew, brought you
Death and you pile through the mildew
America, lose it all like it's Malibu
Beat me to a pulp till I turn black a blue
I expect change