The Meek

Being a man, is that being enough
Flesh and blood, reach with your hands to touch
Filled with rage, 'cuz no one demanded love
Look what the world done handed us

Pennies for jewels spitting the game that stick to a spoon
Wasn't given the rules had to move with primitive tools
Not committed to school, never knew what percentage was true
Conditioned to lose, still be winning
They be wishing we'd slip in the noose
Get in the groove, being persistent I skip the excuse
Consistent now move, now, homie we pick and we choose
Can't be sensitive dude just watch how the pendulum move
This for my niggas that only get to see they kids when they in the visiting room
It's deeper than rap, crash dummies believing the cap
The heathens will clap, follow the melody feet are gon' tap
Reading the map, chasing my demons completed a lap
We at the table they feeding us scraps, money don't sleep I needed a nap
But it's deeper than rap, incision is stripping the muscle
Blood dripping like sap then ripples when hitting the puzzle
I'm dipping my brush, every stroke deliberate and subtle
Busting the bubble, under the struggle, beating the pavement
Sift through the rubble
Looking for trouble
You know I got skin in the game
Blood and tears, everyday remember the pain
Ain't no getting away, out of the game completely unscathed
Maybe one day, remember my name
Are we gonna finish the way that we came
Man...

Being a man, is that being enough
Flesh and blood, reach with your hands to touch
Filled with rage, 'cuz no one demanded love
Look what the world done handed us

Being a man, is that being enough
Flesh and bone, reach with your hands to touch
Filled with rage, 'cuz no one demanded love
Look what the world done handed us

Being a man, is that being enough
Flesh and blood, reach with your hands to touch
Filled with rage, 'cuz no one demanded love
Look what the world done handed us