[Intro: James Baldwin, yayu]
After all, I
No one asked me be a writer, you know, I asked for it
So you know, I can't, I can't really complain
You know, it comes with the territory
I was born a certain time in a certain skin in a certain place
And you pay for it, everybody pays for that
Do you think you could describe yourself as a revolutionary writer?
I don't know what I am, I'm a writer in a revolutionary situation
You know what it is
I never thought of becoming a revolutionary, after all
If you don't then say that then

[Verse 1]
What you're feelin' is anticipation
It's revealin' I manage to hate shit
No concealin' my man, I'm not makeshift
I feel healin' in random insane things
Your conspiracy landin' on deaf ears
Mental gymnast, you landed amazin'
Mental prison, I can't seem to shake it
Repetition, abandonment, faithless
Extra dition, they hand me to Hades, in my extradition they ran with the racists
Extra distance, I ran from what made me, imbiased I've listened to Candida, basis
The Freudian figment, enjoy your religion, the point of the shit that it's based on
Yeah it's poisoned by [?] in your face, they sit there and wave, they literally can't flop
The man in the mirror is framed and afraid, the men you're reverin' would hate y'all
The women you here with it are paid off and really they know that you lame sauce
You always act like it's wartime when you and I not in the same talks
Humanity, you a stain wash, you know this why we create dogs
Daydream followin', can't even bother with faint key gloss, I'm a Lailah all till it's Shakespeare, fall on your face
Seen all in it, take, he swallowin', still left pride on the table
Old mister, I have it all and shit, honestly, feel like I'm talkin' to Abel
A million common mistakes, it's all in your face, Paul was a hater
John, how I may seem grace, keep dockin' in space, memes launchin' and wayward
Brimstone all in the sky, big smile on my face, my mind on the paper
Isn't that fucking insane, like?
After all that, my mind on the pain
Yeah, sure, fuckin'

[Interlude]
Fuckin' monsters, fuckin' monsters
Remember simulation theory is an excuse, (An excuse), to view people as numbers and nothing more (Nothin' more)
It's fuckin' wrong, stay away

[Verse 2]
Right on the tip of my thumb, dead skin is white
You're dead on hot shit then rise up
Red flagstone, for us, by us, fortified lust
Forward time force of final loss, fine dust
Vibes got wasteland faith, fireheart, fireheart
My little crystals lighten up
My familiars like the dark, my familiars like the hunt
When we devisin' parts? Right when I desire lunch
But I'm in dire straits, I can only die once, (Right), the field dryin' up (Right)
Wish it was good as new, it's nothin' new that you can pry up, still I pry up
Had to make my fuckin' mind up, get the prime cut (Yeah, uh)
Difficult to size up, admissible in court
Had to hit him with the wide step, yellin' him (Wise up), yellin' to him, "Wise up"
Expected flicker, check your ticker if you wind up lyin' on the side of everything that binds us
Let me lift the blinds up, tell him bring his eyes front
Where am I from? (Huh)
Where am I from?
[Outro]
Tell me
Tell me you can tell me