Letras
All you do is rap about what you're going to do
To somebody who bruised your ego
Somebody who didn't even hurt you
You brag about the demon in you
But thank God for all of your blessings
You stare at your reflection with closed eyes
So when it comes to God you never see Him in you
Every other track is glorifying death or
Speaking in mourning one of your mans whose seen his last sunrise
You speak with so much pain you can stack it up to the ceiling
But the truth is you wouldn't be able to create those bars
Without having the ability to love hard
Yet here you are still trying to convince the world
That you have no feelings
And to me that doesn't make sense
And when I listen to things, I need them to make sense
Not things made to make a few cents
So I wrote a love letter to those still barred in
To those restricted within their penmanship
Slaves to the ink that they bleed
That has somehow convinced them that their
Detrimental way of thinking is going to lead them
To true mental and financial freedom
To the ones that like to make weirdos famous
And salute the brainless
The ones who stain our culture's canvas with brush strokes
Black folks who have no problem damaging our people's portrait
But they think they can afford it because they're supported
By vultures willing to pay for their low frequency and let them have at it
So of course they stay stagnant in static
They're low frequency
In tune with really nothing more than a bunch of noise
Really nothing more than a bunch of boys yet to become men
So concerned with being left out
Too concerned with being let in the room
For a seat at the table they don't realize
The main course is them
So as you pray over your food
Your predator is praying over you
His prey
Praying that you never realize all you do
Is feast on your own flesh while speaking in death
And I'm supposed to respect your pen
When everything you write makes everything go left in your life
Yeah, right
You niggas don't get tired of lying
Don't get tired of living a life in time out
Only able to cry in corners
Hoping nobody finds out you have feelings
That exist beyond the tip of your dick
And I know you're gonna pause that
So while you're at it, pause this
Matter of fact, let it all sit
In that space that you claim doesn't exist
The place where real change happens
But I know
It's a lot easier to keep smoking on opp packs
Than it is to take this accountability patch and quit chain rappin
You keep saying the same things
And we're tired of hearing it
The same way you're gonna tell me you don't want to hear this square shit
But sometimes, it takes square niggas dare niggas
To shape up
And I know as a pup a lot of us weren't properly handled
But we're plucking candles off our lifespan
Before we can even get our cake up
Bro, I know what it's like to recognize yourself
Better in front of a broken mirror
To master speaking in shattered diction
With so much conviction
Fiction has now replaced your reality
And now you're casually creating
Young grizzlies with a Ja mentality
Aye bruh
At some point and time you gotta realize
That money ain't more valuable than your life
That what you speak, is what you manifest
I wanna see you live
I wanna see you thrive
I wanna see you safe
Sometimes those boxes we were given as a kid
We weren't meant to keep
Sometimes you gotta let them thangs go