Yeah!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Yeah, okay, yeah, that'll do
Look, I watched as my parents'
dreams got foreclosed
Thought of my parents'
career foreclosed
Crazy to be a teen,
more ashamed to be seen in your jeans
Than to think they were
auctioning your home
And that's why they call it a war, oh, oh
And that's why our wallets
are all closed
When you think of all those orphans,
no water and no home
Ain't even got a quarter for
chalk to draw those
Shit, and the award goes to ya
I'm happy for you, I'mma let you finish
I got a problem with no tailor,
can you help me fit in?
300 for a pair, just take a selfie in it
Few thousand followers
to share in our unhealthy visions
Look around, can you compare
to our wealth and privilege?
It's a conscious rap, un conscious rap
It's a conscious rap,
it's a conscious rap
Yeah, Pius and Pompous,
high in the tosses
Find me some causes and
I'll rhyme about that
Right and wrong, can't iron them flat
Writing a song, can't fire a mat
Got one eye in the sparrow
plus an eye in the bat
Gotta find a third eye for the track
Picture me winning the Grammy
Providing for my family and
then apologizing
Cause I ain't black, well,
nah -ah -ah, I ain't back
Though I get L's more with less sales,
rewind it back
The more L's, get sales,
style the track
For the majority, you buy it like crack
From a song's the only sure
way to fire a Mac
Alright, maybe that was out of order
Good, cause I'm out of quarters
And awards are just a game
you play with credit
So today I pay with credit
Cause my babies need it, feed it,
and we had a formula
know how babies need formulas
I mean weed hoes and some alcoholic buzz
Or deep flows on how those
are wrong for us
It's a need for those who long to trust
Anyone who keeps on knowing
that they're all in us
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
Who judges us all, she
adjusts her balls
This her man -for -dite to a bus we call
But she tips the scale
when the love is gone
When the love is gone, the love is gone
Till you find it above, below, beyond
You know, you find it above,
below, beyond
Okay, so science dropped
the atom bomb
Religion dropped that atom bomb
You see what happens
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
in that collection
Played that with hate
when they claimed and that attention
Made it so he refrained from
praying in any frame
That was built with the intention
to guilt and place blame
To sit still and not face change
I'm saying if this will is free,
how can we make change
To pay a bill made out in our name
What a shame, what a shame
What a shame, what a shame
We all messed up and got
no one to blame
I mean, we all dressed up
and got nowhere to claim
I say, a human is a human,
ain't a human the king?
Now, now who can blame me
for my reasons, reasons?
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
restraining me
from kicking they teeth
And they say my music's too shameless
Must be the text, this drive is too aimless
Plus when you text and drive
it's too dangerous
Must we conceptualize my tools
till it's lines are too Danish?
And we argue till we all blue in our faces
Till we all the same hue
and we viewed as racist
I said raceless, not racist
Face it, look
I wanted to be black thought,
but I got a white face
Tell me can you have black thoughts
with a white face?
I was brought up on this music
Taught by its influence so much
I never thought it wasn't my place
You wanna know my race?
Well, it's against time
Runnin' rhymes with the hopes
that you might chase
I had high hopes in 9th grade
I was readin' Malcolm
to some irate white face
Know -it -alls came
poundin' on my thesis
With a how come?
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
Man, it's a mind twist
trying to define this obsession
With the eyes to blind its owner,
that's why I rhyme with I
Cause I'm a loner,
but when it comes to the eyes,
guess I'm a donor
I mean, look,
I got a blue -eyed mama,
her brown skin pops
Got blue on my collar turning brown
when it's hot and it's hot
And it's felt on the days
my credit card's denied
for this milk and eggs
