Feeling

I got a feeling
I got a feeling

[Verse 1]
My mom was a drug fiend
So tell me how the hell could you judge me?
I’m from the rough streets
They call the bottom, we call it top
’til they solve the problem, we all will flock to the liquor store
Or the man in the fitted-four
Some illusion that tells us we getting more
Then a little bit of shopping for canned goods
Got two jobs and both ain’t paying good
Uncle Sam could take a little less tax, and the landlord give a little less slack
On the way to my gig from this death trap
Folks crying and families dressed black
I don’t watch the news ‘cause it hurts me
I don’t read the news ‘cause it irks me
All they speak is blues and they’re thirsty for these glory stories of murdering

[Chorus]
I got a feeling things are gonna get better
I got a feeling

I got a feeling things are gonna get better
I got a feeling

[Verse 2]
Oh, so it’s cool to rap about jewels and crack but the truth is wack
Reviewers be talking that usual crap
Like, “he ain’t thug and we ain’t used to that”
Get it right, this is gospel fused with rap
You wanted more street, maybe you should rap
Son, I come from the place where they use the gats
While them cats be in mansions, producing that
The excuse is that this useless rap is a mirror to show where the youth is at
But apparently y’all never use the glass
We use mirrors for improvement, jack
I can’t see how your poems are helpful when every line is I’m rich and I sell dope
Should you be a dad to my kids? Well, no
But not every kid has a dad as you well know

[Chorus]
I got a feeling things are gonna get better
I got a feeling

I got a feeling things are gonna get better
I got a feeling

[Verse 3]
We want reparations for degradation in the reckless nation
The only thing is their reputation of hate and destruction
The check is waiting
If you believe that, then I’m Jesus and they never killed none of our leaders and never steal from a [?] ‘cause they here to help like they did in Katrina
Like they did with [?], or in Philly, or in Chicago
Deep seeing everywhere that I go
And that’s here so forget about the Congo
Now they talking ‘bout closing the borders
On who? Those that support us?
All this wealth and y’all go hoard it?
Cool, I’ll rap, y’all picking oranges

[Chorus]
I got a feeling things are gonna get better
I got a feeling

I got a feeling things are gonna get better
I got a feeling

I got a feeling
I got a feeling