Emɐnuǝl X - In My Mind lyrics

[Verse 1: ELG] My ideas is wrapped Like tortillas/ In Blind Imagination Therefore They can't see us/ Reality is yours Get upon my brainwave/ Cause the way the systems made You nothing but a paid slave/ I try to enlighten My peers/ But catch jeers Cause we not that far apart in years/ They say/ Why you stay tryna Drop wisdom?/ It's cause I see fear And understand you've fallen victim/ I try to help But end up taking the sword/ Cause attention is a price That we all can't afford/ Bump me in your four Door ford and cruise swiftly/ Don Vintage sh** But Ho's just think I'm thrifty/ Size eleven jays But none of you n***as fit me/ And can't trust sh** Don't know whose out to get me/ I swear it's so hard To make friends/ Since ten I been All alone in my own head like/ [Hook: ELG] My dad said "Son The key is in your mind/ These n***as easy to spot But the truth is hard to find/ When bullsh**s involved Be deaf mute and blind/ And stay true to yourself Cause there's few of your kind"/ [Verse 2: ELG] Walked a block To cop pop from a corner shop/ Tripped on uneven cement And all my quarters dropped/ It's so hard when you Tryna get by/ Cause nobody know How to let go And let die/ Never got an answer When I asked "why?"/ Odds stacked against me But it's in my heart to try/ And it's in her Heart to cry/ Cause I'm trapped in fantasies I can't escape in my mind/ (Ugh) Life can drive You crazy/ But I rather be understood Even If it means you hate me/ Whipping a Mercedes Manufactured In the eighties/ But your lady home alone Taking care of both your babies/ Stunting don't Lead to growth/ Double meaning metaphor Decipher both/ If you don't get it Don't press rewind/ I'm ahead of my time Locked in my own mind/ [Hook] My dad said "Son The key is in your mind/ These n***as easy to spot But the truth is hard to find/ When bullsh**s involved Be deaf mute and blind/ And stay true to yourself Cause there's few of your kind"/ You gotta fight for everything you want in this world. So with that Being said, I.... Stay up every night Tryna get it right/ So I sit and write Swear my wrist is getting tight/ But what I spit is getting Even tighter/ No room for a lover In a world full of fighters/ In this world full of fire/ No room for a lover In a world full of fighters/ In this world full of fire.../ It's all in my mind Never mistake A mans education for his brilliance..