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Aight, look

Just give me roses while I’m still alive

I’m still deciding if this life is worth living

I’ve tried to be different, I’ve cried me a river

I’ve lied in my misery, died, and then figured

My mind is a dungeon I’ve dug on my own

I’m stuck in the desert where nothing has grown

Assumptions are something that I hate to have

What if my lack of work is why I struck out on this vacant path

I started in the basement

Elevated to amazing as my peers followed behind like I was

Likе I was lead in the water

Back in thе day when niggas used to spend time sneaking through gardens and speaking on things that we didn’t have

A dream seemed far apart from reality that we stepped in

Them teachers said Christ was white, that’s a fallacy that we rest in

Challenging them with questions

Requesting to know the truth cause my people been fucking slaves

I still feel their pain in my roots, we not destined for the past

We just stressing evolution, wore them chains like necklace

Why you think we desperate for solutions, more we change is hectic

Why you think protection tryna shoot us, war is plain infection

Why you think they never let us suit up

Tony stark, I snap twice they watch me wither away, I sit and decay

They piss on my grave which just brought me to this spot

Roses, smell that better in the sun than when it’s in the dark

Cause I can’t smell inside no coffin, allergies been taking part

Applebee’s promotion, half-half leaves you hungry from the start

But we still buy it

You tell shorty you ain’t shit but she still try it

Told Amelia she can’t fly but she still pilot

Told R. Kelly we got proof that nigga still lying

White folks still don’t like my face, that’s why we will riot

It’s the thought of contradiction that empower us

Resolve is built from arming my conviction, it’s a powerless

But when I’m gon learn?

I spoke to Noah weeks ago, he said them seeds we sow will sow us in return

Everything you put out there gon come right back

So if you think you dodging karma, then my nigga it’s a wrap

Got some shit I ain’t resolve that makes me feel I’m fucking trapped

And now I’m trying to fix them pieces up

We not no art or work like Mona Lisa was

Just pure whole flesh and imperfections

We that shit stain that Jesus Christ sandal might’ve stepped in

That was a lot to comprehend, so I just brushed it off

I took it as the wisdom of a man who found he must be lost

I’ll never feel that way, I’m gon be good until *gunshots*

Promise that you’ll sing about me forever

Promise that you’ll sing about me for, ooh ooh ooh

Promise that you’ll sing about me forever

Promise that you’ll sing about me for, ooh ooh ooh