THE SYSTEM
My mind is restless
I cannot think straight
Why keep this systems in place?
human beings acting like demon beings.. causing deaths all over the place
From Global Warming... to global pandemics
Racial violence... Religious violence
Mass incarceration... Mass homelessness
Starvations, confusion & division
See, you gotta safe yourself from this system
Before you can save the world from this system
Because, you can’t provide resuscitation
When you’re unresponsive yourself
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Time for soldiers to rise up
Grab your piece of the pie before they raise it up
And tell these fools “we are seeds”
We’ll be here when this is all over with
1 breath - Verse
I’m unapologetically ambitious
Everything’s against us but I’m everything
They say, Innocent until proven guilty
To us, it’s guilty until proven innocent
But why are we against us
When everything else is against us?
Why do we keep spreading black trauma
When it only leads to more black trauma?
Our parents sitting home with broken dreams
Looking - while we head to the same destination
With sadness and helplessness in their eyes
Or is it weakness destined in their souls?
Little dreamers drowning in stress, dept... no hopes, no one to talk to
It’s like an imaginary fuckeup world but it’s our current reality
Quality of life is non existent
The little left is lucked in the jaws of the ones we trusted
****fuck politicians
Verse
Time out... sit your ass down
Where tf where you leading us to anyway?
Pay us for the time and our lives lost
You failed... this wasn’t your role to begin with
I found my peace... it handed me my purpose
He said fuck life
I said, nigga pull out
You can’t see the beauty and grace by being too deep it it
****nigga pull out
Look, go do it
Turn around double it
By teaching them how to do it
For a fee
If you’re scared of my rise
Then you lost to me
My blood is mixed with lion killers and giant slayers
We’ve been humble for too long, now it’s our turn... suckers
2 breath - Verse
Lil bro acting restless
I told him to “go meditate”
We stigmatize mental health while we’re all fuckedup in the brain
Ain’t that unfortunate?
We got lovers
We got haters
We treat ‘em the same
But we feed off the heartbreaks of our haters
****real talk
You gotta Talk less
& Worry less
Dream more
& And work more
At the end of it all, we take trophies back to mama Africa
She needs her tears wiped
The trauma runs deep
It’s on us to heal her wounds
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