@RAP101 - Lupe Fiasco - ITAL (Roses) lyrics

[Intro] Black panther, black panther, what do you see? I see a dreaming child watching over me Back n***a Yeah, hey, can we get a little break From the c**aine and the kilos Aiight n***a, we know Aiight n***a, we know Can we get a break from the strippers on the p-ole Aiight n***a, we know Okay n***a, we know [Verse 1] Hey shawty, ain't no future in no gang-bang And ain't no manhood in no bang-bang Ain't no honor cleanin' interstates inside a chain-gang Know some rap n***as put that sh** inside your mainframe Pills make you stupid and liquor do the same thing 'Raris too expensive and they way too hard to maintain Get yourself a Camry, "n***a said a Camry?" Watch that ho depreciate and then you'll understand me It's called being fiscally responsible Don't let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you The TV's not your father fool, that video's not your momma Try your best to be a man and your worst to be a monster [Hook] May we have some roses for the ladies A little appreciation for the gentlemen And here's some kisses for the babies Some peace and humanity for the whole wide-wide-wide world More patience to the youth then, sympathy for the poor Empathy for the old, more justice for the downpressed Treat no liar ITAL, Ai-yaa! [Verse 2] I know you're sayin', “Lupe rappin' ‘bout the same sh**” Well, that's ‘cause ain't sh** changed, b**h And please don't excuse my language Cause I would hate for you to misrepresent The true expression of my anguish And by this far I ain't shocked, upset, or appalled I'm ashamed, b**h I can't listen if you ain't sayin' sh** And recognize all this emptiness is dangerous Ain't buildin' up they confidence, we teachin' ‘em that they ain't sh** If they ain't got the latest that they saw on someone famous Mercy of the Lord on this double-edged sword Instead of askin' where the hoes is Maybe maybe may we have some roses [Hook] x2 [Verse 3] Called the president a terrorist Corporate sponsors like, how the f** you gon' embarra** us? Ain't my fault, I was just repeatin' this Professor Emeritus from America But my tone was like an Afghani kid without a home Blew that b**h up with a drone An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stones The f** you think they call him, I'mma leave that all alone Cause this, the focus on this new sh** is that hopeless Place that I was born into systematic brokeness Took that downpression and developed it to dopeness It's that great American rap-rap ferocious