I ain't got no bad bone in my body, cause I got a bad feeling about it baby Police pointing guns at everybody, so I got a bad feeling about it baby All this bloody murder, she's don't look no further What happened to the love in my heart, cause I got a bad feeling about it baby Sometimes it comes down to the luck of the draw Still fighting wars against the population wishing to score Preoccupation with reality, TV feel like they're trying to prime my stomach for war The main mentality's poor, police brutality, lack of individual personality Cynical *** bigots like Bubba strung up in galleries These people can be prolific, I'm sick of it to the stomach This *** is giving me cancer, but *** it pass me a donor Advance me on my years, enhanced by many tears Once danced with Lucifer, proof I'm a real straight shooter Mind are running through me, *** the drama, but I still speak Trying to uplift the weeping float, steady down a ***ty creek Ready or not we're about to blow the roof off this bitch Three seconds, detonation to the truth that we get Media bleeding, their lives remaining Knowledge from our seasons, try encourage them to read But challenge the way they see things Balancing on my moonbeam, could I be the dream team Creamy at the money, but don't trade it for your dignity I ain't got no bad phone in my body Cause I got a bad feeling about it baby Police pointing guns at everybody So I got a bad feeling about it baby What happened to the love in everybody, everybody Listen if they've had enough of everybody Another body buried, hey you're marrying the chariot While I'm smoking on the merry, government ain't feeling it Oh, so what am I to do? They say that anything's possible They wanna frame me, blame me Just look at my melanin, it's 80, baby Losing like a valentine, it's crazy Ice planet that I'm from, I think they heard that song from That's all they see, it's thumb Another kid didn't get his wish list Jams, J. Cole, and got cold for Christmas I wish this wasn't another coincidence Like for instance, the world's on drugs and we don't trip We broke off the paper You should love that nipple But I know I ain't got no bad phone in my body Cause I got a bad feeling about it baby Police pointing guns at everybody So I got a bad feeling about it baby All this bloody murder Please don't look no further What happened to the love in everybody Cause I got a bad feeling about it baby *