One Eye Open

looking at the world

one eye opened

welcome to the world

one side story

looking at the world

forever young

faded glory

 

if you want it now I'm the only one

read the conditions up and then give it up

don't be a cooch my names uncle sam

this is business fuck your feelings man

it aint my fault someone guides my hand

open up a fault swallow the golden land

no boycotts take the easy way out's my plan

bleached skin and bahama tans

I hear sirens and I smell aerosole cans earthy perfume

aware of my accent I love it all I see babies

raising babies drinking alcohol waiting on a prez or opinion

a figment of imagination in someones head

and they'll never know the kids stay at home the

trees and rivers poisoned cant confi9de with the breeze no more the

swings are barren the single parents I dont want you scared

the real revolution is not televised to be ssen with my eyes

someone got beat up capture the flag quick pull out cameras

ayuda no one cares down cast look

I'll take this lifestyle with the fake smiles and the awkward stares

mira me dont mirror me i gawk at mirrors

i hope you did what i just said

 

 

yea arab man rolling wirth a band of white girls

its a white world I have several harems of them

they smile and grin look at the terrorist treat me inferior than

it'll get hairier than chewbaccas private areas when

pat me down on my hand me downs my carry on bags

my fam on material imperial gonna go to paris soon

in a year or two hope the eiffel towers still there

my uncle tells me lets go to morocco marry you off carry you off

girlfriend there you cant talk to yo mama bout this haha

my preference is a mulatto skinned high cheek bones dimpled cute nose girl

wear her curly hair whatever whenever

my preference is a dancer roaming right in front of me

on her phone so showy heat light of a stage on me glowing

I never performed in front of a thousand so much to remember

my outlet has me stressed out more bustin up my temper

in second gear slow down my family has a bad history

if i crash might never be outta dat coma

crashing in this life smell the aroma tempted again

finessin outside of home momma gone

I'm selling tickets spittin bars like its dope dollar sign

jiggaboos athiest lesbians all are envious walking inside paranoia

im ridden not rid of it money makes a man arrogant puppet the pain i cause

lucky ima happy drunk be grateful that

 

im outta touch

with my core

ya goals so close so bitter and tired to reach

 

looking at the world

one eye opened

welcome to the world

one side story

looking at the world

forever young