Listen up you probably thinking this another song
About my life that advertises all the sh** that's wrong
But let me tell you how we all just a bunch of cattle
Running around in a maze, yeah we someone's chattel
I'd probably channel all my energy
Not through propaganda see
So take a gander at your deeds
And tell me it ain't the system G
I hope to change your mind
So we never coincide
With closed eyes
Pa** by and meet me through your minds eye
You know it's I Yall
(You see a, token of gratitude
Reason of always granting you
Similar to what is pa**ed as truth
Reanimated purpose of the youth)
So I gotta hand it to ya
Most of us can't even get past the fluid alright
But that's how I feel
Never have I had myself cut off the real
See watchful eyes are never gonna be true
Just hoping that you recognise my views
That's how I do (uh)
Greatness in the human mind
I, he , she thinks more than usual
The fruits of the mental can be so deceitful
Are we aren't as equal?
Can we say we all lethal?
Let me tell you the prequel now
You see way back then
I never picked up this pen
When all you n***as tried to pretend
I was like
(Whooooo)
Man how bout a friend
sh**
Was either that or another deep end
(But I got my self esteem
I always wanted to redeem
Was always broken like a seam
It's seems my people ain't the same
Man always searching for the fame
But their eyes are cloudy grey
Forgot about from where they came
But they blind
But who's to blame now?)
Nobody but yourself
But I'm hoping that your n***as above your mental health
And if I tell all you n***as I've been there and back
Suffering is in your mental I prove that in fact
But if I had a chance to prove
Never ever will you say that I'm the fool to fool
But the person in the mirror can prove you true
Word of mouth ain't nothing but a tool to use
So I'm two years younger than 20
Who knew I'd tell you so plenty
My mind is never too empty
Everybody is expecting
Hoping that you catch my drift
f** Yall n***as who demine
f** it all its obscene
f** your glory
It's my story
Justification is all we asking
Moving forward
Never dormant
Check yourself are you sorted?
Am I alright?
(Yeah sort of)
And got time for your negativity
But let me tell you
This a mind of a teenage poet