Professional

They say it’s time to be professional

I’m graduatin, time to progress

They wanna know my prospects

I tell em it’s a process and all I really want is a voice with which to protest

I just wanna be heard, I’m tryna learn how to project

Cause there’s a lotta shit up on my mind I need to profess

I’m tryin be proactive, I ain’t got time for no rest when arrests made daily by those meant to serve and protect based on profiling up in your local projects

But still they tell me, I should be professional

These ain't your problems, you need to do what’s best for you

To them, I’m nothing but another white pronoun who needn’t worry bout the side of town where it goes down

They tell me “Be a pro, why you searchin for what’s profound?

We wrote your story for you, why you worried bout your prose now?

We gave you this privilege to cherish it and have it

This world is fucked, but who cares? You got the prophylactic

You’re white, your world is beautiful

Just be a pro, and you’ll quickly go from a cubicle to an office more suitable

Why you bein unusual? Out here spittin propane, writin words that’s profane

You need to stay in yo lane, afterall, we spent centuries pavin it, look at what we produced for you on the backs of slave labor and on the land of the natives and now you want misbehaving, be all ungrateful, not invite us to the party that we catered?” Shit

I thought about this proposal

It’s true, the prologue to my existence set the world at my disposal but the next chapter is mine

And as the protagonist, epilogues redefine with every step of my actions and so as long as I got thoughts to give, I’d rather be provocative as long as I breathe oxygen then sit up in an office and contribute to the maintenance of systems that wanna box me in just to keep me sittin in this stratified position I’m postured in

I’mma try to do better

Get up on these Protools

Say fuck all these old rules

My mom ain’t raised no fool, nah

I know I must promote the real and let the truth run its course til it provokes appeal

So sorry to the powers that be, I can’t be wit it

I know what you did and I know how you did it

I got what you’ve given me but I’ll use it to damage ya

Cause before I’d be your type of pro, I’d rather be an amateur