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Swampland
- Here to air the narrative out
- And I swear that
- You're scared of this arrogance now
- It's apparent
- But fear is a terrorist now
- And I wear it
- As clearly as therapist's couch
- A whole spirit
- On clearance
- They sell it for clout
- When in doubt
- Just drown it out with shouts and pouts
- How do you doubt the doubts that plague the pious?
- Life is a good diet but taste requires an acquired palate
- Spit game like I'm past salivating
- Sick brain
- Call the next patient
- Malpracticing
- Trying to practice it but I'm procrastinating
- Get it cracking like the cast when the cast is breaking
- I'm past the break in
- In the window
- They look past the greatness
- Guess they're looking for more cash and safes in
- Tough pill to swallow when you gas and chasing
- Now it's gas that's laced in
- Now they act complacent
- It's crazy how they act adjacent
- The past amazes
- Trying to change their habits when the habitat's a basement
- Alligators on the ground
- Swampland
- So when we stand
- Our stance is always to stand in
- They planned it
- Never planted the seed
- Can't plant seeds if you plan to leave
- Understand me?
- Need to plant roots so the fruit is everlasting
- The garden is the Earth
- Is the dirt
- Is the mattress
- Trying to rise above it
- They say it's all for nothing
- But I'm up here with my brothers
- So the sum of it is something
- Tired of this dumping ground for black and brown bodies
- My ideas flow through rivers and sound bodies
- They're sounding so polished and well spoken
- So how could you kill hope when it hasn't yet awoken?
- Tell me how the hell am I supposed to cope
- With the loss of my peoples when it's not just a stroke of luck
- When it's not just a hoax
- It's not just a joke
- They get tired of the rope so they open the dope
- They go up in smoke
- Not from tree
- But from gunfire
- They hang themselves with their own line
- But I come tighter
- They paint the world with the same brush
- But I'm a rough writer
- smokes everywhere
- Rastas says "The world is a blunt"
- My rhymes is much higher
- Sometimes you need to fly low
- Just to get a glimpse of the bottom
- And when you're down there
- You'll see
- What it means to fly high
- One small step for mankind, put my foot in the game
- I call it jet lag, they say, "I'm shook, how you claim?"
- All the foot soldiers took a good look at my name
- But they the ones that wrote the book on how to put it to flames
- And all I do is try to study how to stop droppin' rollin'
- I ain't no player, I just try to stop the games
- I'm that hurricane, try to keep the rocks from the rain
- But sometimes you gotta watch where you aim
- Sometimes you gotta watch where you ain't
- Sometimes you gotta not, sometimes you gotta watch what you paint
- And that's a frame that I can't explain
- And this right here's for my future's posterity
- A message for my brothers and sisters that might carry me
- The lyrical composition, a story of my life
- In all of my wrongs and my rights, the rights to my songs and my life
- And this is my last will and testament
- The last time you gon' hear me mention my profession in
- I only write 'cause the lies are so prevalent
- They say, "Don't say the word," 'cause it's negative
- I'm like, "What?"
- If I stopped saying it, what's next?
- They'll try to stop my wrist and then they'll come for my neck
- So they could break it, then they'll take it and replace it with checks
- But what the heck is your paper worth if you don't own your respect?
- And I was raised by my mother
- It wasn't 'til I found myself that I became a man
- And I was taught by my father
- How to work and how to walk with a humble stance
- And to the mothers, you can do it alone, but if you got a man
- Then hold him accountable and raise him to be a dad
- 'Cause it's a whole lot of brothers in jail that's never coming back
- A whole lot of brothers that's dead because they ain't have a dad
- I feel like I'm making bread crumbs out of the whole loaf
- 'Cause I'm trying to make it happen with no starting five
- Playing with no safety net, it's like a skydive
- From where they barely making it out
- It's so easy to die, a thin line
- Between my brothers and my opps
- 'Cause it's brothers that wanna kill me and it's brothers that's in my blood
- And it's brothers that's for my city and it's brothers that show me love
- And it's brothers that's trying to diss me 'cause they wanna get a buzz
- It's hard to tell who is who, so I treat 'em all the same
- It's some brothers I look up to, it's some brothers that are lame
- But I don't take it personal, I'm in a different lane
- And I never met a critic who was better than me
- So forget what you saying, you can keep your two cents
- 'Cause it's really hard to tell who really want me to win
- When they take my secrets and they try to use 'em as they sins
- So the best advice I could give is get the bread and stay fed
- And stay away from brothers who ain't getting ahead
- 'Cause the quickest way to lose is listening to fools
- And the quickest way to fail is trying to follow in there shoes
- And I'm back in my bed, I was fighting the snooze
- 'Cause I'm out here saving lives, I ain't trying to hit the news
- I'm just trying to save my soul and give the world the truth
- I'm just trying to pay my dues and get it to my youth
- 'Cause my body won't live forever, but my spirit will
- And if you keep the dream alive, then I live with you still
- So when you down and out, just remember who you are
- So when you down and out, just remember who you are
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