Let me tell you
how it should be done
let me tell you
how you should be fun
let me tell you
how to change your shoes
let me tell you what
you should not do
let me tell you
that I ain't the truth
let me tell you
what you should not do
let me tell you
that I can't be trusted
And in the end
all the paths were rustic

Skip the particular
vernacular of many
There is fear and hate
No cheese on the spaghetti
So we always will do
what the seldom will do
Speaking truth to the power
to those who have no clue

Just cause they want to tell you that your truth ain't the real truth...so what we do...

Is we search in the skies to see what we can find...

I ain't bred to
utilize
the prominent lines
from those ahead
of my time

My mind's too weak
to speak the art
of my ancestors
defined

But in these sign
of the times
I seek the truth
while the blind
stay reclined

Kaepernick's actions
got you pissed, huh
What the hell's
up with this, listen

Streets lights
are frozen
The homeless
are broken
and all the while
your child dreams death
as a fortune

All the while this
Black man's trying to
keep your child alive
I'm trying to save
your child's life


Just cause they want to tell me that my truth ain't the real truth...so what we do...


Is we search in the skies to see what we can find...

Accolades are a masquerade
For far too long
I've felt this rage
For far too long
I've felt this cage
The opposite of Pink Lemonade

The designs I'm taught
are a hand grenade
to destroy my views
of the Heaven made

But I say to you
that my travels made
me appreciate
the love she saved...

So, which side will you choose?
What do you got to lose?

What do you got to...
Got to...
Got to...
Got to lose...
You got to lose...
You got to lose...
You got to lose...

Tony always told me
that root of life's
an untold story
uncontrollin'
though some homies
acting like they
more than phony
downin' 40's
those who know me
know that some can
not control me
tell me what your
fragrance is
tell me what the
placement is
least restrictive
be specific
goals in life
cannot be measured
Professor Soda
would just bubble
over her reference letter
thrown together
gumbo pot
laundry filled
with jumbo socks
Drinks we spilled
so Mazel Tov
I talk a lot
since you forgot
open up
like codependents
strugglin'
not sober parents
rules and regulations
though the district was
just overzealous

What I'm sayin's
we made it
What I'm sayin's
we made it

What I'm sayin's
we made it
What I'm sayin's
we made it
After all...