Backstage in Minneapolis

Lately I don't feel a thang mama
I'm Joe Swanson to the pain mama
Tryna be a family guy
But I'm Bruce Wayne mama

Cold hearted
I can feel the ice up in my veins mama
Once they take the feeling, there ain't nothing they can take, mama

My only saving grace was loving them anyway
I see em with they 2 cents, gettin' they pennies straight
Knock em down, nigga I could do that shit any day
I feel icky knowing I was playing they petty game

Now I'm lookin' at em like lil bro
Just another misguided woman
She ain't a lil hoe
Lately I don't wallow
I just be gettin' a lil low
And focus on the people around me that need a lil hope

You punching me doin' zero damage
And I'm just watching you knowing I got a big advantage
You all emotion, I get it, I used to be the same
But maybe if you tell me what's hurting I probably understand it

I fuckin' love you won't you understand it
Life is bout connection my nigga
We take the stuff for granted
They like Israel
Loading up another cannon
Bombing everything in sight
Don't care where the fuck it's landing

So it's up to me to end the war
Drawing up a treaty when I could easily send the force
Cancelling the missiles, when I could easily let em soar
Putting down the AK's, knowing that I could let em off

I'm powerful beyond measure
Always giving grace, I got a lot extra
Hit you with a kind gesture
Just for you stab me in the back and
I don't mind ever
Loving in this world that we live in is a blind effort

When I see em coming for me
Do I get surprised? Never
Stepping to the sun
Thinking they can make it shine lesser
Diamond in the ruff
Shine better when
When applied pressure
Hope you get the lesson same day
Like I am prime member

Take away that heavy burden
From you like it's my pleasure
Shoulder all the pain, still balling like I'm prime Webber
Hoping that you tune in to this message like a signed letter
Live this shit like God sent ya

I don't feel the shots
I don't feel the jabs
Did you need something
You just gotta ask

I don't get jealous
Never in my bag
Nothing really bothers me at all
That shit get em mad

Why you don't react
Tell em they was wrong
I left it up to god
The sprinter truckin' on

Don't you feel the pain
Honestly I don't
Niggas still pissy over nothing
And I let it go

I saw your actions, made some observations
I paid attention to your faces and your body language
I watch em struggle with themselves
And they moods
They ain't never in control
It's like water to the moon

Let it go you win
If you hate em back you lose
It's a battle for your soul
All the drama is a rouse
If you sittin' up depressed
And they see that you a mess
They forget the fight
What they really want is coming true

Smiling in the face of hate
Something you could never take
Inner joy
Even at my lowest I'ma levitate
Saw you pushing hella hate
You just look pathetic mate
Had to set the record straight
Now let's sit and let it play