In a different world in outer-space. I can walk the Milky Way
Night and day 5,4,3,2,1 Imma blast off (hey) I’m walking on the moon Like Neil Armstrong
Never let them tell you how to feel
Cause what we going through is real
I seen a million niggas die up on my timeline
White people open up your eyesight
Please don’t stand around
Put your phone down niggaa
Y’all gon have to jump in
These pigs never listen
I’m screaming don’t shoot!!
He claiming that he threatened
I ain’t got a weapon
Except the tone in my complexion
It took an election
For y’all to realize
What been everyday black life
Since the.....dawn of time
Kill a nigga go on a vacay
Or Put him in jail he missing holidays
Papa not around on Father’s Day
Now you selling dough on Ya Birthday
Hmmmm
And that’s the best case
Yea i feel like I’m in last place
I had to make my own way
Now I’m living in my own space
In a different world in outer-space. I can walk the Milky Way
Night and day 5,4,3,2,1 Imma blast off (hey) I’m walking on the moon Like Neil Armstrong
Neil Armstrong was written by Nana Boamah-Acheampong.
Neil Armstrong was produced by Solomon Fox.