This is Citizen Aim inspired
Proclaiming the Lord's sire 'til his lungs retired literally
That's what you do with your own organs. Mutiny!
For every person who was forced to pick whether they were visual or auditory learners
A mic or black book burners
Broad-brush victims with a vicious vendetta to prove they are not them
I got you, every road less traveler
This is what love tastes like
If you could only hear my sketchbook
Them drums front and center like they're starving for attention
So tempted to wax cold and grow calluses
God grant us a blessing in honor of Oscar Grant
My people's hearts have gone granite
Granted, I expected them to
I apologize, unsung ones
Your stories ain't told much
They don't make for good headlines
No one cares about the lefties
But on the other hand, we rep art from the other hand
Powerful brushstrokes of the Son of Man
But on the other hand