It’s gotta be fiction, when I wonder why we work against each other,
It’s gotta be the love that we lack for one & other
good grief,
I thought someone said we was brothers,
But your skin color seems to say otherwise
& the differences between us prevents us from seeing eye to eye.
Man, sometimes i get to thinking about it & I start to cry,
I’m tryna be a man, but rushing the process because I think I might die,
It’s gotta be fiction,
u say blackmail, while i stage this boycott.
living out in the country, you really appreciate the hours
out here on adventures,
exploring the land it’s so extra,
miles on these nikes, so much pressure
I’m really just worried about high blood pressure
how dare ya?!
educate, appreciate, that’s how u levitate, 2
higher grounds, more vibrant sounds, we gotta elevate, they tryna’ keep you down, it’s frustrating how, the type of love we take, for granted now…
i wonder why they don’t make a few changes now,
vacation time, that’s how i spend my mine…
i see we in space now.
Be that person you need me to be
Grow, fast living, healing slow
Start by saying hello…
sometimes i start complaining b4 i say my prayers, hop up out my bed & remove the layers, these natural flavors, coat my mind, kaleidoscope my grind, got me out here all the time, feels like i’m wasting time,
i know it’s hard to see me,
it’s so dark outside
somewhat impossible to feel me
even though i’m by your side,
memories that won’t ever leave me,
i hope you’re still thinking of me
i was your slave, before you freed me, but now we’re scattered in time.
just another ghost to you,
living on through these rhymes…
growing pains,
breaking through society’s canopy’
hanging on to this little light inside of me”
i got this hot fiyahh’ on me…
it’s so hot, on my block.
I feel your ways rubbing off on me…could you please stop?!
it’s non-stop…
just tryna’ stay shaded under this tree yeah, yeah,
& be one with the breezee, it’s all I can feel,
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