"'We gonna draw up a basic platform... just basic,
That black people can read.'
He says, 'We don't want to go real elaborate
With all these essays, and disserations, and all this stuff,
Because a brother gonna look at that
And he gonna say, "Man, I ain't got time for that.
I got to go see what I can do for myself."'
He says, 'Just a basic platform that the mothers,
Who struggle hard to raise us, that the fathers, who worked hard,
That the young brothers in school, who come out of school semi-illiterate,
And to teach black people, and our young black brothers and sisters
Their place in society because if they don't know their place in society
And in the world, they can't relate to anything else.'"
(GQ)
Please, forgive me if I'm not stressing
Over shit that don't matter,
Compliments don't get me flattered.
What's status to nigga living average?
In a basement just waiting for the attic, Still I'm at it.
Yeah I'm in my lane more than Wilt practice.
On point, they watered down just like a killed cactus.
I fell backwards in a bad storm,
Fuck the weather.
Nights kept me up, set me up for something better.
Got a stomach full of butterflies, I wonder why?
Remember sitting in winter wishing for summer skies?
Turned cheeks, words deep, probably cut a guy.
Share my world with these feelings that I publicize.
Pap look at me I persevered.
My momma look at me and burst in tears.
She only happy when her son happy
And sadly I've been hurt for years.
But as of lately I've been working here.
And for the record I keep driving until I wreck it.
Life holding me controllably until I exit.
My partner tripping, say it's life, got him feeling worthless.
I know he's wrong, cause see in life we all got a purpose.
Fresh out of school trying to get my head right.
This all happened around the same time I met 9th.
At a point that had me feeling I was stuck inside.
Years later I'm in bright lady touching lives.
When Granny died I swear it hurt seeing my cousin cry.
Tell him I'm just an Oakland nigga with some southern pride.
Overcoming aggravation, Tick,
I'm still pissed at myself for missing your graduation.
Huh, I guess it be intuition my mind told me.
Rock and roll and I'm Bon Jovi, They're eyes on me.
With a sixth sense my neck twists,
All dawgs go to heaven try telling my Ex this, shit.
Funny how it all click, perfect.
I tread water till it all hit the surface.
Loving everything that I decide to.
Looking in the sky till my eyes blue.
It's more than just a beat that I can rhyme to
Heaven had a window I just climbed through.
Thank You.