Sprague Street

[Verse 1: Kipp Stone]
If I'ma break the silence
Piggy stir the pot, you know we marinate in violence
Seen that fear in predicate felons when they behind us
You celebrate them sucka that serenaded your honor
Surrogate racism, 2020 Reaganomics
A broken record, broke with a record
Retired football jersey digit assigned to yo likeness
Justified self-righteous evil, a child with a lifer
One of thеm institutionalized, the other еntitled
Get that baby a burger and fries, he not homicidal
Step right up, get yo skittles signed, place yo bid on a rifle
That's a fuckin' shame
Going numb don't make you tough at all
It's really sayin' I been hurt so much, I'd rather never feel anything
Can't deflect that shit wit' black on black
The block so packed
Wit' black niggas tryna make a stack
Throw a steak inside the cage
Well for now we call it crack and if nobody else around then
We'll just black on black
Let's count the crimes against humanity
Tell me that, now who should really be afraid?
Was yo great great grandmother born a slave?
Was yo whip or yo residence ever sprayed?
Was the people you 'posed to call when it happen turn to borderline assassin assuming they ever came?
Baptized in the flame
Put aspirin in applesauce and niggas still in pain
Heroin belt treatment done chilled my veins
If you don't treat it like crack, then you can't feel my pain
Aw now it's a sickness
Tell that to a baby wit' crack in his system
No rehabilitation, momma got trapped in the system
They had to beat the odds, five tax bracket ascensions
You went to war wit niggas
Okay, now who the victim?
Now can you say that over beats
To whom it may concern, the fertile mind wit' latent seed
That blossom wide cuz' they keep this kind of shit on repeat
And question everything from college to G.O.D
From politic by profession, to politics on the streets
And where the policy meet, yo honesty need receipts
So that's why they never speak, that quiet nigga was me
Young black and invisible
Under influence overthinking shit

[Bridge: Mick Jenkins]
Said I can't feel, sometimes
Shit get too real, I can't feel sometimes
Naw, shit get too real
(Yeah)
Shit get too real sometimes
(Yeah)

[Verse 2: Mick Jenkins]
Been thinking out loud, I know my pace off
Shit took the bass off
My voice will crack, I need the bassline
Heard through the grapevine
They come back around, I need it tenfold
I'm talking billfolds
Godbody templates for my temples
We slowing tempos
Release the M's and stretch the MC'S
Mo' negative it seems
Respect us will grow with no info, opinions empty
Guts on the paper, blunts is empty, most niggas envy
The smoke you smoke, my teeth is dingy
We want the plaques up
We both was broke, but now im stingy, for tryna stack up
Invisible-man just trying to speak up, told niggas back up
Seen niggas sit down just cause they can't stand singing backup
These niggas need backbone, I break down, I put my face down
It's like
I can't feel sometimes (nah)
Shit get too real sometimes (yeah)
I speak on my truth I don't know nothing, they killin us softly
Same side effects as robitussin, this shit is exhausting
Most gingivitis don't be flossin, that shit'll end costly
I seen the constant, they emboss em
Then put em on t-shirts after embalming

[Outro: Mick Jenkins]
Said I can't feel, sometimes
Shit get too real
I can't feel sometimes (nah)
Shit get too real (yeah)