Lyrics

I can't call it
I'm a generation out of the projects but still caustic 'cause I'm still black
It's the reason that I had to kill that noise reinvigorate the genre so the world can feel that
This is real no mask no cover up
You can see the blemishes
This is my America
Land of the false covenants
Jump from the frying pan to the oven door where only fear is the sum of it
With no Ben Affleck or Morgan Freeman but still tryin' to be a free man
And light refracts so I still can't see if I'll ever have to wear that ski mask
I see the past in the present still prepare for the future
A lot of snakes up in the grass like the hair of medusa
But still cherish the view of the sun so beautiful
It's the one and only thing that's true

So take a look at the sunset 'cause that's hope for tomorrow
This life it's like I aint done yet but it's like my time is borrowed
And minutes if I got one left then know that I'm going to go hard though
And if there's some left please save a prayer for a lost soul

As I enter my best year
The world still revolves like a record
World peace is the effort but it's hard when everybody is scared
To evolve out the beast that is motivated by fear
What's left a lot of death and dispair
It's the scent of the feast in the air
The belly aint sweet and there is no time for prayers
Forgive us as God as my witness I'ma make it
And lord knows that I've been tested like litmus
In this counterfeit world that is ruled by paper
Turned to the profit of the almighty dollar making false idols of men
and turning them to saviors
And now the have nots thinking to themselves that maybe it could be them if only if they prayed more
But God gave me more drive than Lakeshore so I stay focused on the dream and just chase more

So take a look at the sunset 'cause that's hope for tomorrow
This life it's like I aint done yet but it's like my time is borrowed
And minutes if I got one left then know that I'm going to go hard though
And if there's some left please save a prayer for a lost soul

Living in a field of dreams
Up in smoke like marijuana
They kill your seeds so I guess they got their paragard up
Beware of farmers that come pushing pesticides
Doses of reality douse your hopes and let them die
This the new art of war and they sell you heaven right
But only if you do conform and you never question why
Like Germany 1943
Concentration Camps in the backyard nobody sees
Nowadays the poor will starve the rich got money over sees
Times hard like heart diseased arteries
I'm living life tryin' to figure what my karma be
It's like an asthmatic in my chest 'cause it's hard to breathe
They pull the wool over the rug underneath
That's why my people be like split a dutch and roll a leaf
All I got in this world is my nuts and my speech
And they tryin' to break them like Ozone's and Turbo's sneaks

So take a look at the sunset 'cause that's hope for tomorrow
This life it's like I aint done yet but it's like my time is borrowed
And minutes if I got one left then know that I'm going to go hard though
And if there's some left please save a prayer for a lost soul