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 cannot provide resuscitation When you’re unresponsive yourself — 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
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
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
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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