Vic Mensa - Whispers lyrics

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] To whom it may concern I roll another L and let the paper burn Boy I'm bout to put on my signal I need to take a turn See I be tryna tell em' but it's hard to make em learn The white man run the ballers too, David Stern Kindergarten teacher had me twisted Had me up in that slow cla** Didn't know that I was gifted I bet they mad they missed it cause that youngin' bout to blow up And they gon' want me down when they see a n***a throw up Her feet up in the air man I got yo daughter toe up Have her smokin' until she stupid and her drinkin' Until she throw up Now whose to blame The game chose me I didn't choose the game I can only take away your perception of it I can't remove the pain It's hard to accept the money and then refuse the fame Now I feel like Etta James Takin out my blues in vein Go get a brain n***a lose the chain Cause that's that goofy a** sh** that be makin' Most of you losers lame A lotta dudes the same I know that I'm different Cause even in the middle of it I be feelin' distant Everything's changin' on you it's hard to be consistent Workin' by myself no a**istant Kids These Days is like a movement in the making So if you think I'm playin' yo amusement is mistaken n***as word to Jay they think the music is amazing And we just be chillin' with our people proofin' in the basement I'm a fly guy Burn the turbine fuel soon as a n***a fly by Chilling when I step in the science Captain Sci-Fi Workin' on my touch like I'm on somebodies Wi-Fi But need my own box like muay thai Feed on the router I'm in my room up on my macbook Was on the streets while you was hittin' the black book Watch my front girl I'll tell you how yo back look The mission is to change more lives than crack took I'm back on the block I know it's wrong but we all go through it Fightin' my subliminal tellin' me dawg don't do it Told myself I needed my space Then logged onto it It was love like Jessica Hewitt Until I blew it [Verse 2: Vic Mensa] And I blew it too God I'm only tryna' do what you would do So why we split up for her like two and two I know I been an underage drinker and a truant too But when you comin' up in the city sh** can influence you I don't blame it But they shoot it before they aim it Hit a rapper tell a lie and entertain it That sh** is for the birds like bread crumbs A Bakery deliver how the bread comes Drunk off murder sippin the red rums Black sky Mother lamenting over her dead son You ask why The bullet wound from which a n***a bled run For hours for the law even decide to show they face Now they closin' up the casket like they bout to close the case But f** it That's the reason we get high is for escape But when you runnin' from your problems man it's hard to win a race See they tell you the wit you playins' what brought you in yo place But I'm permanent and I'm too hard to erase Listen to the whispers [Outro: Aja Monet] To whom it may concern You're a negro spiritual Your touch is magic Got me feeling mystical A ? my spirit cuz you Got me in the physical We can be holy scripture The metaphor is so biblical There Eyes Are watching God Yeah I see you youngin' Got a thing or two to learn about lovin' Too many of these kids is just out here f**in' Let a fly grown women teach you something Welcome to school Heres a life lesson Love her like an instrument cuz she's a blessing When you call on God remember she's his saxophone Her heart beats His favorite ringtone Did you know black love was political? Hip-Hop was libation ritual Flashbacks of us holding hands through the middle pa**age You still stuck in cla** trynna' pa** this Lets be under the panther act and raise some cubs Thinking about carrying on the Legacy of us Chi-town I'm from the city that never sleeps Never thought your skyline can make me weak to the knees it's the Essence of your presence I can hardly speak got a Poet at a loss for words Treated In the audience front seated I'm drunk off the moonshine of your design got me retreating to collect myself Cross my legs I'm just trynna' protect myself The greatest weapon is your heart The last man i loved was a shot in the dark We get so uncomfortable with silence distracted by the screams then resort to violence Hear the whistle of the soul as it bleeds Hear the hunger of a man as he feeds Know the plant can't grow without watering the seeds When it gets quiet remember its me Listening to the whispers