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, n***as not Dr. King, and I won’t be measured by standards that no one else is meeting

My n***as 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
N***as 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 n***a was literally chillin like villains
The only problem that I had that day was that I didn't see nearly enough killin