[Verse 1]
You know the type aggressive ignorance, clothes smelling like cigarettes
Giving pseudo spiritual lessons thinking the chicks impressed
Reciting YouTube conspiracies, false history
Debbie downer energy phone calls of misery
Breaking down the trickery and giving advice
At some point you gonna have to show and prove in ya life
Grew up too fast but then didn’t grow up passed
Pre-adulthood putting on a show for some ass
Borrowing cash but never invest buying drugs
Fast foods never at the gym depressed lying stuck
On the gram fronting like everything’s on the up and up
We’re the sum of our decisions why you think’ ya life sucks
Baby mamas bills passed due whatever have you
Still! Stuck in the 90s like you in a time capsule
Looking back at the glory days you never had
Telling stories to anybody willing to listen to you brag

[Verse 2]
Used to ponder on my potential, scared so I settled
Went to school got a job set aside what made me special
Tryna make moms proud, grew up an African child
Music game ain’t fucking with artist with my type of style
But culture ain’t the music game, the culture is us
Destroy propaganda for years they gotten over on us
God exists inside the hearts of humans
They want us turning into robots assigning us numbers to them we all consumers
Soul tethered to our crown disconnected!
Sleight of hand constant fight or flight, misdirections
Sell us division like they sell us religion
Aggressive algorithms, capitalism, stress for the living
Hard to see past the urges of the flesh, hunger, sex
Success, shelter and comfort, put our best foot forward nonetheless
Healing takes time
It’s war against evil trying to buy real estate inside ya mind