Guidance

[Hook]
Too many fake, not enough real
How many real, know how i feel
Cloudin my vision but i see it clear
(I can see clearly now)
Doubting my mission but i feel it’s near
When the sun rises
Revealing disguises, the villains silence
The cowards no longer hold the power the ceiling rises (turn up), the feeling I get, overwhelmed by the new horizons
Once driven by fear but I had to renew the license
Where does God go for guidance
Where can I go when I need it
On the paper chase u see me speeding, (skrrt skrrt)
Stay in ya face when they see u eatin
They look away when they see u bleedin, yeah, yeah
I am a table when niggas leaning
But I am unstable when niggas scheming

[Verse 1]
Where can I go for advice, (where)
Who can I trust with my life, (no one)
We used to post on the block
Now we just posting for likes
I gotta watch who I'm with if the watch on my wrist
Got the glitterin ice
Damnit we used to be tight
It's not a friend issa knife, ooh
We livin savage
White man don't know that he live with advantage
Playin on an uneven field this is madden
We say injustice they hear it in Spanish
Miseducation be steering us backwards
We dont rebuild it we live with the damage
Hoping god hear when we kneel on the sabbath
Prayin your will be revealed in the traffic
I am a poet so ill with the ballad

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
I need a therapy session
I need to clear my aggression
If 12 gotta weapon then I need a weapon
Gotta be carefully treadin
I am not here for oppression sir
I got perception
That u wanna step on my neck until I am not getting air
Another black teen getting gunned down
He ain’t even have time to live and learn
Team owners cuttin players off just for indicating his life matters
Coon niggas in the field going hard catching passes for the master
I was told an Arab threw a book not a bomb
And then all the niggas scattered
How u laughing and u voted trump
That equation still didn't fuckin add up
I can prolly play tennis with my hands tied
And still run the fuckin racks up
I surpass my potential every time they try
To put me in a fuckin bracket
I outlast my contender never letting up
Or giving them the satisfaction
I engrave my agenda in the minds of the youth
All for our advancement
Hold up while i go off on a tangent
I remember I was riding public transit
Body planted in the ghetto granite physically
But mentally I'm really absent
We were eating Ramen noodle rations
Funny how we never felt that we were lacking
I just go do what I need to happen
If u look in my eyes u can see the passion

[Hook]