Kristoffer Eikrem - Young Eye lyrics

[Verse 1:] Usually I wait a couple bars But ain't no time for that between doomsday and a day job, ay Prolly I should wait a couple summers But I'mma drop gems on you before the [sky bubbles due?] Blue ink on yellow paper, try'nna make it green Red numbers in my life, rent due by the fifteenth People holding pink slips, investing hopes in color schemes But Young Eye, few things be how they seem out here There's mad layers like a five cheese pizza Try'nna see past, it remind me of Nina She said, "a child's eyes's freedom It's not clouded with the fear of seeing" I'm paraphrasing, but what I mean is Even if the face behind the mahogany desk now orange We been governed by the green, and black [go below us?] The scope of the [owners of the / own is in?] the canvas And the brush is in the paint But ay... you *can* own your eyeballs [Hook:] Baby, I know it burn bright Don't let your eyes adjust Keep 'em wide open though It might just, just might Dark fronting like a shining light Don't let your eyes adjust [Verse 2:] I'm writing this to you while you're still in the womb Or you might be when I show up, but the period's overdue Nine months if you're really there, try'nna peak through Know that few things be what they appear to out here The fascist agenda in fashion again though My fam' in Paris feel the right wing wind blow Charlie out in the US, she might wanna move again though My boy in London said, 'queue the crescendo', ay Neo Nazis marching in Stockholm again though Half of those fools caught in the Stockholm syndrome Ain't no making excuses for a Nazi or defending them But I still ain't seen a newborn with an emblem on it Somebody taught them to see Through a lens skewed by a couple thousand years of Colonial powertripping and scheming There's a reason we call them 'the powers that be' It be there... it still be there Still divide and conquer then pocket the profit then leave They ain't down with your Uncle Mohammad, your Uncle [Afi?] That's why they building walls out of false prophecies, that Noah's Ark gravy Long as the sauce pouring out the screen [Hook:] Oh baby, I know it burn bright Don't let your eyes adjust Keep 'em wide open though It might just, just might Dark fronting like a shining light Don't let your eyes adjust