Whispers

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]

To whom it may concern I roll another L and let the paper burn

Boy I'm bout to put on my signal I need to take a turn

See I be tryna tell em' but it's hard to make em learn

The white man run the ballers too, David Stern

Kindergarten teacher had me twisted

Had me up in that slow class

Didn't know that I was gifted

I bet they mad they missed it cause that youngin' bout to blow up

And they gon' want me down when they see a nigga throw up

Her feet up in the air man I got yo daughter toe up

Have her smokin' until she stupid and her drinkin'

Until she throw up

Now whose to blame

The game chose me I didn't choose the game

I can only take away your perception of it I can't remove the pain

It's hard to accept the money and then refuse the fame

Now I feel like Etta James

Takin out my blues in vein

Go get a brain

Nigga lose the chain

Cause that's that goofy ass shit that be makin'

Most of you losers lame

A lotta dudes the same I know that I'm different

Cause even in the middle of it I be feelin' distant

Everything's changin' on you it's hard to be consistent

Workin' by myself no assistant

Kids These Days is like a movement in the making

So if you think I'm playin' yo amusement is mistaken

Niggas word to Jay they think the music is amazing

And we just be chillin' with our people proofin' in the basement

I'm a fly guy

Burn the turbine fuel soon as a nigga fly by

Chilling when I step in the science

Captain Sci-Fi

Workin' on my touch like I'm on somebodies Wi-Fi

But need my own box like muay thai

Feed on the router I'm in my room up on my macbook

Was on the streets while you was hittin' the black book

Watch my front girl

I'll tell you how yo back look

The mission is to change more lives than crack took

I'm back on the block

I know it's wrong but we all go through it

Fightin' my subliminal tellin' me dawg don't do it

Told myself I needed my space

Then logged onto it

It was love like Jessica Hewitt

Until I blew it

[Verse 2: Vic Mensa]

And I blew it too

God I'm only tryna' do what you would do

So why we split up for her like two and two

I know I been an underage drinker and a truant too

But when you comin' up in the city shit can influence you

I don't blame it

But they shoot it before they aim it

Hit a rapper tell a lie and entertain it

That shit is for the birds like bread crumbs

A Bakery deliver how the bread comes

Drunk off murder sippin the red rums

Black sky

Mother lamenting over her dead son

You ask why

The bullet wound from which a nigga bled run

For hours for the law even decide to show they face

Now they closin' up the casket like they bout to close the case

But fuck it

That's the reason we get high is for escape

But when you runnin' from your problems man it's hard to win a race

See they tell you the wit you playins' what brought you in yo place

But I'm permanent and I'm too hard to erase

Listen to the whispers

[Outro: Aja Monet]

To whom it may concern

You're a negro spiritual

Your touch is magic

Got me feeling mystical

Appeal to my spirit cuz you got me in the physical

We can be holy scripture

The metaphor is so biblical There Eyes Are watching God

Yeah I see you youngin'

Got a thing or two to learn about lovin'

Too many of these kids is just out here fuckin'

Let a fly grown women teach you something

Welcome to school

Heres a life lesson

Love her like an instrument cuz she's a blessing

When you call on God remember she's his saxophone

Her heart beats His favorite ringtone

Did you know black love was political?

Hip-Hop was libation ritual

Flashbacks of us holding hands through the middle passage

You still stuck in class trynna' pass this

Lets be under the Panther act and raise some cubs

Thinking about carrying on the Legacy of us

Chi-town

I'm from the city that never sleeps

Never thought your skyline can make me weak to the knees it's the

Essence of your presence I can hardly speak got a

Poet at a loss for words

Treated

In the audience front seated

I'm drunk off the moonshine of your design got me retreating to collect myself

Cross my legs I'm just trynna' protect myself

The greatest weapon is your heart

The last man i loved was a shot in the dark

We get so uncomfortable with silence distracted by the screams then resort to violence

Hear the whistle of the soul as it bleeds

Hear the hunger of a man as he feeds

Know the plant can't grow without watering the seeds

When it gets quiet remember its me

Listening to the whispers