Tylr C - Funkiness (ft. A-F-R-O & Craig G)

Forty seven miles till home

We tryna bring some smiles

And we still climbing the rope

I never leave the zone in the studio surrounded by smoke

We all surrounded by hope

We well grounded with astounding quotes

We well rounded from growth

Reading Malcolm X speeches

Studying things you should know

Americas best secret is already known

Segregation is our weakness

And they teach it in homes

Are you willing to fight Uncle Sam and Jim Crow

For now it's forty seven miles to home

The things I've encountered

I think about it for hours

It leads to a drink and a smoke

With a ice cold shower

Pouring down my emotions deep in the drain

My third eye was once open but now it's estranged

You'd prolly notice if you wasn't so entertained and brainwashed

I'm open minded so we taking these chains off

Sometimes I need to be reminded of the places I came from

Rejuvenated they compensating with lies

We live in destruction and it's celebrated all the damn time

Inflation like none other the rich stay rich

While the middle class dies just lucky to be alive

The rhymes all realigned cause I'm no longer blind

Grand rising no mourning when the sun rise

Rustin in the rain Tyler Childers hard times

The devil and his rotten finger touching on your third eye

Making you blind

You got redemption you can redeem

Liberation inside turn the people divine

Through the art of our rhyme

I feel the cold from the snow

I walk into the glass from last night

There can't be no mistakes out here

They will exploit any prey in site

Things are easier said then done

But you gotta have the will power to fight

The only thing I plan to steal is our soul back

Build the ladder to climb to new heights

The view can be kinda scary

And the ride maybe more than you can handle

No warning shots cause it's a waste of ammo