Yeah we looking for freedom/ Amongst the backdrop of Jordan flying through the air/ 250 a pair/ Gucci underwear/ My heart under construction/ People wonder if I still care/ Malcolm X in my subconscious I just sit in my chair/ Wondering where my rainbow lies/ Where my flag flies/ When my feelings die where do I resupply/ Touching the sky dreaming of launching further/ Dreaming of touching the stars/ Dreaming of touching Mars/ Dreaming of fast cars amongst my bars of sadness/ Knowing that the hood depends on me to rise and prevail/ Knowing that my ascent to greatness/ Was predetermined by fate/ Bullets wiz by me/ Bombs explode inside me/ A clear and present danger to society/ Im dangerous to America in a variety of ways/ Gifted with intelligence and heart full of shrapnel/ Too many wars fought and won the snake refuses to battle me honestly/ Subconsciously I know Im on his radar/ Cause Im blessed with melanin/ My ranks are thin tainted with gin/ But my bloodline is over saturated with lyricist And spiritualist/ And you dont have to be a Christian to feel this/ This is the brilliance of a poetic genius/ Mixing joy with pain/ E-z rock with base sniffed on a airplane/ Martial law amongst the gunshots from pedestrians just wanting to breathe equally/ Death on video, anger in our hearts/ Too much spilled blood on the pavement/ Too late for an arraignment/ New world with no order/ A country divided with no border/ Bible in one hand and this calico m960 in the other/ Dont know what tommorow holds but I hope you look deeper than the color of my skin/ I hope you look at my pain/ I hope you see the tears that rain when Im treated like a nigger/ When my stature is so much bigger/ I hope you see the hazel eyes underneath my hood/ And understand Im trying to be good/ That Im trying to build my seeds to grow taller than me/ In a country built on racism and the caricature of a big lip monkey/ And even though I was raised amongst the era of the junkie/ I rose out the concrete so they see me in the country/ And you want me to stay silent/ While you stay being America - violent/ Thats the color purple baby - violet/ Thats propaganda like the post - no more buying it/ Your selling your own smack - and your trying it/ I just want to be free like j cole/ Im just trying to breathe slowly before like Janet Jackson I lose - CONTROL!
Posted on: Sat, 27 Dec 2014 21:46:20 +0000
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