Yeah, okay, yeah, that'll do
Look, I watched as my parents'
more ashamed to be seen in your jeans
And that's why they call it a war, oh, oh
And that's why our wallets
When you think of all those orphans,
Ain't even got a quarter for
Shit, and the award goes to ya
I'm happy for you, I'mma let you finish
I got a problem with no tailor,
300 for a pair, just take a selfie in it
to share in our unhealthy visions
Look around, can you compare
to our wealth and privilege?
It's a conscious rap, un conscious rap
Right and wrong, can't iron them flat
Writing a song, can't fire a mat
Got one eye in the sparrow
Gotta find a third eye for the track
Picture me winning the Grammy
Providing for my family and
Cause I ain't black, well,
nah -ah -ah, I ain't back
Though I get L's more with less sales,
For the majority, you buy it like crack
From a song's the only sure
Alright, maybe that was out of order
Good, cause I'm out of quarters
And awards are just a game
So today I pay with credit
Cause my babies need it, feed it,
know how babies need formulas
I mean weed hoes and some alcoholic buzz
Or deep flows on how those
It's a need for those who long to trust
Anyone who keeps on knowing
These vices, vices, nieces, vices
We all want a peace till we mice in vice grips
We all want peace but we fight for rights
Is it black or white when justice calls
This her man -for -dite to a bus we call
When the love is gone, the love is gone
Till you find it above, below, beyond
You know, you find it above,
Religion dropped that atom bomb
when we're reliant on an atom's bomb?
Find it above, below, beyond
I mean, you find it above, below, beyond
See I was eight up in that section,
eight and I should mention
Never felt ashamed putting change
when they claimed and that attention
Made it so he refrained from
That was built with the intention
To sit still and not face change
I'm saying if this will is free,
To pay a bill made out in our name
What a shame, what a shame
What a shame, what a shame
I mean, we all dressed up
I say, a human is a human,
Now, now who can blame me
I get so angry, I'm seething, seething
Funny, they wanna hang me
for the things I believe in
Well, it's the only thing
And they say my music's too shameless
Must be the text, this drive is too aimless
Plus when you text and drive
Must we conceptualize my tools
till it's lines are too Danish?
And we argue till we all blue in our faces
I said raceless, not racist
I wanted to be black thought,
Tell me can you have black thoughts
I was brought up on this music
Taught by its influence so much
I never thought it wasn't my place
Runnin' rhymes with the hopes
I had high hopes in 9th grade
Sorta cracked my glass bubble
Like they did with brass knuckles
And I lost two teeth in the outcome
But I was a subject of public housing
Growin' up on public enemy albums
And I never feared a black planet, damn it
All my heroes were black,
but it appears all my heroes could rap
trying to define this obsession
With the eyes to blind its owner,
that's why I rhyme with I
but when it comes to the eyes,
Got blue on my collar turning brown
when it's hot and it's hot
And it's felt on the days
