Zack De La Rouda The Vent
I feel like a bomb is about to go off
Like a volcano is about to erupt, straight up
I feel like a charge is about to be started
Like a flame is about to be sparked into a blaze
I feel like a wall is about to crumbled
Like a faucet is about to be unplugged
Man, I feel like a stand is about to be took
Like a hammer is about be dropped from far up
I feel like a wrist is about to be cut
Like our situation's bout to be stuck, no joke
I feel like a tower is about to toppled
Like a town is about to be conquered, if we don't throw stones
I feel like our treaty is about to be crushed
And then peace is about to be sought
Sisters and brothers gon have to have trust and give it up
Cause our freedom is about be won, y'all
I feel like the weight of the world is on us, Atlas
But the pain's heaven-sent
When you down in the well of the bottomless trench, give thanks for the vent
I feel like a vent is about be opened, like some tension is about to broken
Like a window. I feel like a pencil is about to be sharpened
Like a message is about to be spoken, listen up, yo
I feel like a subject is about to broached
Like a bunch of heads about to be blown, Cobain
I feel like a nose that's about bumped, cocaine
Like a muscle gon be tore and regrown
I feel like a switch is about thrown
Like the essence is about to be shown, can ya dig it?
I feel like a prisoner about to sprung
Like every member of the club gon be pouring the punch and drinking it
I feel like the princes and the paupers gon' get on
I feel like a hurricane coming, bring a big flood
Zion over Babylon
That's the type of odds you could bet on