ROLLING LOUD, HEAR MY CRY

I am as I paint myself to be
Riding down 12th w seven years on me
No one will ever know as long as I just keep moving
I can’t hear my paranoia over the clock ticking
I have to create the space to create so, no, I won’t be made to feel guilty
No artist is an activist, niggas not Dr. King, and I won’t be measured by standards that no one else is meeting

My niggas and me are as we’ve been colored in
No one is equal until the day we make actions, not people, illegal

This is some shit I prayed I’d say onstage one day
This is the shit wrapped around my brain when I’m awake
This is what I do and not because it’s cool

I am on two wheels day in and day out, in and out of traffic half living off word of mouth
Idk who just talking abt it and I dont really care
Niggas who say they love to make plays do not really be out there
Not everyone has to work and while that shit is unfair, we’ll stay getting forced awake between 6-8 until we take our shares
Nothing would be as sure to catch the ears of the law and billionaires than [???redacted????]

Nothing but an armed march on Washington will scare tjese billionaires and/or politicians
Fuck a mob of crackas at the capitol or any theater of Washington
Me and every other stateside nigga was literally chillin like villains
The only problem that I had that day was that I didn't see nearly enough killin