Perfect Justice

[Verse 1: Gamal]
Nubian man on a mission
Representing Pana/Sound, new edition
Huh
I envision our art
Far beyond our position, but
What path do I find myself on?
Is it one of happiness or is it pleasure?
When I get it will I find out it was never
What I was truly seeking?
What an error
Simply temporary endeavour
What I thought was my purpose just leisure
All my eggs in one little basket
Who's to say I don't fall end up smashing it?
Who's to say I don't stall then go batshit?
Meet the wall, end up ratchet?
Catch the ball with my face?
An absolute disgrace?
Is my future just a mess?
Oh man the pressure

[Verse 2: Gamal]
Nigga I know
Some problеms up north are a trifle
But peoplе still end up taking knife-fulls
Kids here also end up eating twice
Noon nights
Champs do not allow us two bites
I'm not comparing us to the States
Scared of people tryn'a turn us into the States
A deep dip into what that entails
A deep dip of two nuts in the face
A cheap trick for two to never relate
Tribalism, a lack of healthy debates
About everyone else we're complaining
Room for gray zones in no paintings
But oh shit
Look at me
I am hating on the States
As I listen to AB, KD
I watch Fresh Prince
Man I love Pulisic
Still I think Bill Clinton and his wife is a bitch
Perhaps who I hate
Is rather those who stay filthy rich
While if how they got it got out
They'd surely kill the snitch
These champions of our system
Gold medals to those who assist them
Gold medals to me I assist them
Another ...
Another ...

[Produced by Gamal]