I watched as my parents dreams got foreclosed Thought of my appearance can we afford clothes Crazy to be a teen more ashamed to be seen in your jeans/genes Than to think they were auctioning your home And thats why they call it a ward-robe And that’s why our wallets are all closed When we think of all those orphans no water and no home Aint even got a quarter for chalk to draw those And thee award goes to… yo, I’m happy for you I’ma let you finish I got a problem with no Taylor/tailor can you help me fit in 300$ dollars for a pair just take a selfie in ‘em Few thousand followers to share in our unhealthy visions Look around can you compare to our wealth and privilege Conscious rap it’s a conscious rap Conscious rap it’s a conscious rap Pious and pompous high on it’s horses Find me some causes and I’ll rhyme about that Right and wrong can’t iron them flat Writing a song can’t fire a MAC Got one eye on the sparrow plus an eye on the bat Gotta find a third eye for the track Picture me winning a Grammy providing for my family And then apologizing cus I aint black Well nah I aint Mack though I get L’s more with less sales Rewind it back the mora “L” is get sales Style the track for the majority who buy it like crack For a songs the only sure way to fire a Mack Alright maybe that was out of order Good cus I’m out of quarters And awards are just a game you play with credit So today I pay with credit Cus my baby’s needing feeding and we out of formula You know how babies need formulas Weed, hoes, and some alcoholic buzz Or deep flows on how those are wrong for us It’s a need for those who long to trust Anyone who keeps them from knowing that there all in us These vices vices meaces mices We all wanna piece till we mice in vice grips We all want peace but we fight for rights Is it black or white when justice calls To judge us all she adjusts her balls This hermaphrodite to her bust we crawl But she tips the scale when the love is gone When the love is gone the love is gone Till you find it above below beyond Till you find it above below beyond Ok so science dropped that atom bomb Religion dropped that Adam bomb You see what happens when reliant on an atoms bond Find it above below beyond Find it above below beyond I was 8 up in that Section 8 and I should mention Never felt ashamed putting change in that collection plate Dad would hate when it clanged and that attention Made it so he refrained from praying in any frame That was built with the intention to guilt and place blame To sit still and not face change I’m saying if this will is free how can we make change To pay a bill made out in our name What a shame what a shame what a shame what a shame All messed up and got no one to blame All dressed up and got nowhere to claim I say a human is a human aint a human the king Now who can blame me for my reasons reasons I get so angry I’m seething seething Funny they wanna hang me for things I believe in When it’s the only thing restraining me from kicking their teeth in They say my music is too shameless must be the text It’s drive its too aimless plus when you text and drive it’s too dangerous Must we conceptualize my toons/tunes till its lines are too Danish And we argue till we all blue in our faces Till we all the same hue and we viewed as race-less I said race-less not racists face it I wanted to be Black Thought but I gotta white face Tell me can you have black thoughts with a white face I was brought up on this music taught by its influence So much I never thought it wasn’t my place You wanna know my race Well its against time running rhymes with the hopes that you might chase I had high hopes in 9th grade see I was reading Malcolm Till some irate white faced know it alls came pounding On my thesis with a how come Sorta cracked my glass bubble like they did with brass knuckles And I lost two teeth in the outcome But I was a subject of public housing Growing up on Public Enemy albums And I never feared a black planet damn it All my heroes were black But it appears all my heroes could rap Man it’s a mind twist trying to define this Obsession with the eyes to blind its owner That’s why I rhyme with I’s cus I’m a loaner But when it comes to the eyes guess I’m a donor I got a blue eyed momma a brown skinned pops Got blue on my collar turning brown when it’s hot And it’s hot and it’s felt on the days My credit cards denied for these milk and eggs
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