Internal

Aight, look
Just give me roses while I’m still alive
I’m still deciding if this life is worth living
I’ve tried to be different, I’ve cried me a river
I’ve lied in my misery, died, and then figured
My mind is a dungeon I’ve dug on my own
I’m stuck in the desert where nothing has grown
Assumptions are something that I hate to have
What if my lack of work is why I struck out on this vacant path
I started in the basement
Elevated to amazing as my peers followed behind like I was
Likе I was lead in the water
Back in thе day when niggas used to spend time sneaking through gardens and speaking on things that we didn’t have
A dream seemed far apart from reality that we stepped in
Them teachers said Christ was white, that’s a fallacy that we rest in
Challenging them with questions
Requesting to know the truth cause my people been fucking slaves
I still feel their pain in my roots, we not destined for the past
We just stressing evolution, wore them chains like necklace
Why you think we desperate for solutions, more we change is hectic
Why you think protection tryna shoot us, war is plain infection
Why you think they never let us suit up
Tony stark, I snap twice they watch me wither away, I sit and decay
They piss on my grave which just brought me to this spot
Roses, smell that better in the sun than when it’s in the dark
Cause I can’t smell inside no coffin, allergies been taking part
Applebee’s promotion, half-half leaves you hungry from the start
But we still buy it
You tell shorty you ain’t shit but she still try it
Told Amelia she can’t fly but she still pilot
Told R. Kelly we got proof that nigga still lying
White folks still don’t like my face, that’s why we will riot
It’s the thought of contradiction that empower us
Resolve is built from arming my conviction, it’s a powerless
But when I’m gon learn?
I spoke to Noah weeks ago, he said them seeds we sow will sow us in return
Everything you put out there gon come right back
So if you think you dodging karma, then my nigga it’s a wrap
Got some shit I ain’t resolve that makes me feel I’m fucking trapped
And now I’m trying to fix them pieces up
We not no art or work like Mona Lisa was
Just pure whole flesh and imperfections
We that shit stain that Jesus Christ sandal might’ve stepped in
That was a lot to comprehend, so I just brushed it off
I took it as the wisdom of a man who found he must be lost
I’ll never feel that way, I’m gon be good until *gunshots*

Promise that you’ll sing about me forever
Promise that you’ll sing about me for, ooh ooh ooh
Promise that you’ll sing about me forever
Promise that you’ll sing about me for, ooh ooh ooh