Jon-Con - Perspectives lyrics

[Intro] You know what I don't get yeah? I don't get how man can be in the same town as man And not see the things that man sees, like Like what type of life are you living man Like, what angle are coming from man But I guess it's just a matter of perspective innit? [Verse 1] In music, I had confidence and conviction 'Cos I was confident, I'd be hindered by my conviction So when I spray rhymes, there's a flair and distinction You see its all mine, similar to fine wine But...This ain't no fermented grapes A proper an*logy would be demented apes See I, do my contemplating at night when I see bed My thinking can go as deep as the depths of seabeds But you know that pressure can k** So I try not to focus on the negatives I feel See my metaphors and similes, are similar to no one And if they're similar, then he ain't got no gun There's a big gulf, he ain't holding gun He ain't on a par with me, I'll put a hole in one You can say that I'm one under the greenery There's d** and guns and this is not your scenery And n***as always quick to judge me in a hurry 'Cos im truthful to the fact that I can relate to Murray I'd show more than reluctance to bow to the Queen And make disparaging remarks about the football team Then a motherf**er wanna tell me to go home I said I am home, I'm just dejected Cos I know I will never be accepted And never be respected So no, I won't except it Its perspective [Verse 2] You shouldn't fear fate, though fate ain't fair And life ain't a fete nor a fair If I talk about the country negatively, then it's obvious I care Even though I know that's sh**, that these people don't want to hear But...You know what I find strange Is if a politician does it, then he's talking about change If a n***a seems to do it, then that sh** gets rearranged And he can become a target on the firing range Reality and truth, they refute that But this target on the range, he will shoot back They need to know, that its the ting that I produce I don't care if there's bare n***as, they should gummy berry juice Now thats a metaphor to dissect, vivisect and bisect I don't care what you do with it, just show respect Not the neglect, that was shown to us Then you want to wonder why n***as prone to cuss Cos this island where we livin', isn't home to us When the powers at be, give us the d** and the chrome to buss And single mothers always end up having lost kids And even if they still alive, they're still lost kids 'Cos they're ambling, deprived of direction Then we want to act surprised when they handling protection Let me take this moment, bask in my reflection Of course you cuss the country, thats the point of an election