Burning the midnight oil, it don't cease
Not in the least, Vans with the sun make the cipher complete
Autumn gives me chills, send me back to times I was crying, bereaved
I was eighteen on the edge trying to leave
Do things change if it's marks left like a specter?
Felt like the dice loaded against me, tryna get it together
Every storm weathered, looking at the comp like the bigger the better
In the end, they handing it to me like provisional credit
Luxury buildings being built in the ghetto
What a gift from them devils who jockeying for politics
See, my body temp the only thing 'bout me that's moderate
I'm of special interest, don't think that my steelo lobbyist
Hear the flames on a track like a Weezy lighter flick
Feast your eyes on this, flowing with this stream of consciousness
It's nice lines, but if the feeling not in it
Then we don't vibe with it, not even a teeny tiny bit
These rappers hot for a year, enter they terrible twos
Tell you the truth, don't let these Pepe Le Pews get in the booth
Here's a message for you and the yes men in your group
Don't pick a bone with me, I am my own skeleton crew
Tell me, what you get when you mix the yellow and blue?
Everything costing an arm, leg, and a tooth
Prophets making predictable moves
For a profit but they want you to step in their shoes
One percent bending the rules
Any rhetoric used defending them dudes diffused and dismissed
We wishing fascists loosen they grip
Fluctuating mood while the news fill the room with gloom
Even if I ride a high, depression loom in the wings
The feeling bittersweet, can't take pleasure in the things I speak
In the end, will my swan song be a symphony?
Take me back to Enemy, 2017
Head in the clouds, we living blissfully, relative ecstasy