Deacon: 
We the last of a dying breed 
Steady searching for my kind 
It's like a dire need 
Every day i'm watching liars eat 
and leech 
While I starve 
Sleep 
And listen to the friar teach 
Peace 
Everyday I pray for it 
Every blessing I receive I try and pay forward 
But sometimes 
The sunshine's more like a gunline 
Boss 
Better call one-time 
Running blind on this strange journey 
I hope I'm still alive when they bring gurneys 
In this world where friends are more attorney 
than Bert or Ernie 
It hurts me 
Deep 
But I'm steady learning 
That when it's money bet it's all good 
Most Robin Hoods ain't got a merry man in Sherwood 
Find a good heart? 
No Google search could 
Brothers was killin' brothers in Eden where we first stood 
Deacon: 
Last of a dying breed 
I'm curious 
All my people on lockdown 
Lord 
Mysterious 
Say 
Last of a dying breed 
Everybody here better stop now 
Nothing gonna slow that clock down 
No 
I'm furious 
Natti: 
Should the good shrug off the atlas forsaking the hapless 
Let the soldiers of the soul-less prevail in the madness 
Shits real in the field when it's minimal rations 
And all feel the the hunger from the sum of their actions 
Runnin Thicke (thick) as theives 
Robin (robbin) through Blurred Lines 
Levels of good and evil 
Grading on curved lines 
The pinnacle's a pentacle bewitching the cynical 
Left stranded on a planet where the wicked survive 
Say no to truth while addicted to lies 
Gentrify and remove the hood like it was just a disguise 
Throw the blank out a blanket party like its just a surprise 
The menace of what lives in us seeking to thrive 
Premise of what gives in us eaten alive 
Apocalypse approaches in the form of divide 
To many bees in the trap, bear (bare) hands in the hive 
Reacting to what's sweet with the sting out of mind