Dead Presidents

[Intro: Former President Lyndon Johnson] Today John Fitzgerald Kennedy lives on in the immortal words And works that he left behind He lives on in the mind and memories of mankind He lives on in the hearts... [Verse 1: Donatello] Nothing but a kid, San Francisco resident Tryna stay ahead to resurrect the dead presidents The aims to keep the green in my hand, to keep on feedin my fans To keep my Camry's tank off E if I can Not a softy I'm a man rockin beats oftenly as I can Mobbin deep with the clan, Inner Haven slaving For the crop and the cream, it rules everything around me But really I'm just tryna provide, tryna survive And keep it live in the 4-1-5 Till the day I die, until the day my life fades See me in some nice J's, tryna pave a nice way But who knows maybe I'll go and blow it all Or stack it tall Maybe I might save, remaining patient Never comeplacent with my placement Earning the foundation for my future occupations And creations, miss my opportunity I cannot, best not Shooting for the stars like a cannonball giving it my best shot Stress not, rest assured I'm on my best accord I need a profit in my pocket so I press record The name is D-O-N, I keeps it one hundred Shouts to Benjamin and all the dead presidents Keep on checkin in, we're out to represent North Star, Inner Haven, Peace... [Hook] [Verse 2: Ray Endeavor] And I, rhyme with abundance, I need something that I can run with Destination heaven, but the road I'm currently on is ugly I'm really hoping one day that my dream can come alive So my future could be set and I won't be money deprived But failure just follows and I can't even swallow That my body just deteriorates, there might not be tomorrow Its a setup, the sun won't seem to let up Oversaturated bullshit everywhere I go and now I'm fed up The train I'm on is ticketless, full of happy gents and mistresses If I die, I wonder will there be any witnesses to witness it I hope so, the alchy got me faded while my weed continues to burn slow All this drama made me wish I had alzheimer's You know that I'm demented I would die for my fam, heaven will be my life sentence All these muthafuckas think their great? Thats what you thought I ain't tryna be hard, matter fact my whole personas soft But I see good people die for bad reasons On some real shit, sometimes I can't believe it So why act tough? What do I gotta prove? What do I have to lose? If not for the money, what else can I use to light a fuse? Life's amusing, but whats the fuckin reason? If I was blind, would I have the opportunity to see it? Inner Haven is the essence, its a brand new season Dead Presidents exemplified for high treason But still... [Outro: Ray Endeavor/ Former President Lyndon Johnson]