Erik Giovani - Double Conscious 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Erik Giovani] This that split conscious, 3 options Hold up, every day i'm walking The fine line, between my life, and what I idolize Keeps me watching Split conscious, keep on breeding this eavesdropping Now we knocking down the door, f** a plea bargain Living in a bubble, grew up in the CO but we know my pops had go through the struggle Had to go and hustle the shuttle Now we came up from the rubble, like a phoenix from the ashes How would you know when you're always trying to s**le Milk from the motherf**ing hustle, listen [Chorus: Erik] What they owe us? 40 acre bonus? Poorly aided groceries? Quarter ghetto POTUS? What they owe us? 40 acre bonus? Poorly aided groceries? Quarter ghetto POTUS? [Verse 2: Erik] I'm two halves, but one half wanna stand with my brothers in the badlands But listen, I'm a a**hat with some mad hands Cooking beats in the kitchen like a bada**, now my dad's mad Cuz' dad want a grad with a lucrative major And i'm just trying to savor life and it's flavors And he's preaching to me education will save you “I never had them shots like you so take them” I'm cruising in a V-Dub Using it, delivering pizzas, don't want to be us Tip me off like a squealer Back to the shop for the re-up Money in the bank like peanuts sh**, How am i gonna pay for school with pepperoni, pepperoncini, meetups? Bernie give me some free books Cuz' how am I going to make it the real world, you's a real one [Chorus] [Outro: The Souls of Black Folk, W.E.B. Du Bois) “It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others, of measuring one's soul by the tape of a world that looks on in amused contempt and pity. One ever feels his two-ness,—an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.”