Verse 1: Isaiah
I was thinking how i should start this off
Thoughts or raw as
Distinguished sushi and tarter sauce
I’m really any less talented than Asher Roth?
Cuz i haven’t been signed or collabed
With nottz Raw
Am i really really an less intelligent than astronauts?
Cuz i haven’t achieved the same degree as lee archambault
Am i really an more important than my little cousin Ross?
Tryna catch his favorite pokemon
In an ultra ball
Am i really any more innocent
Than Aaron Black Clark?
Tryna move a Little Rock to get out of Arkansas
Not at all
Yachts and cars the drive the keeps
Me going right
The same difference between doing wrong and knowing right
And I Can’t lie my future really keep me up at night
Like Ciara and Russell just go into a bad fight
But i digress seen life different
After my father first arrest
4 years old could only see him through glass and above the chest
With that memory planted
I promised not to take life for granted
But i still get depressed
Feel god has me untimely reprimanded
I didn’t plan it
But to figure my purpose for being on this earth is
Something i won’t find by just scratching the surface
And I’m sorry for offending pastor Sherman
For turning down the sermon
I didn’t want my life decisions pre determined
For now i won’t be a member
But I’m down for learning
It’s Shame cuz my name is in the book he thought i was certain
From then i couldn’t help but carry a burden
But it seems today
The Synagogues of mankind
More like synonyms of a landslide
Of methanphitimine enfranchised
For the minimums of a man’s eyes
But to others it something that u can’t find
Kept my feelings hidden like a tan line
Felt like sitcom in life and I’m Greg Hines
I’ve been waiting for this feeling
This feeling of spiritual healing
Just to be a little revealing
I finally got in touch
From uncle inside the prison
He got 5 years left on a 35 year sentence
He didn’t do shit
But rather be an accomplice than witness
It’s crazy how your life can turn out when you get caught up in the system
Distance ourselves but victims of the same mission
Because
If i sell the crack
And do the crack
And you drive the Mack
And i shoot the Mack
You might be white
And i might be black
Regardless our roots still take the same road back
I remember vividly
Watching when i was only 8
Seeing I’m soar over Dwight cheering on little Nate
At the same moment
My mother had got a call from the real estate
Right then me and my family start to celebrate
From moving out the homeless shelter to go to section eight
That don’t sound like shit
But back then to us that was great
It’s those times that humble me whether I’m in whatever state
To get through moments like why would i ever hate
And nevertheless religion just hope god could elevate us all
And bring us back home