U KNO

U KNO Birds flying high You know how I feel Sun in the sky You know how I feel Lived in the Dark Pray to God, for a Spark Like a Little John Starks Dunk from the Arch Built an Arch for the Love of the Art Even when critics try to tear it apart Create, create, create Elevate up to Mars Forget the clothes and cars Show them your heart Ukulele baby, can you please be my harp Where do i start Before I started I was a dragon Heaving heavy hearted magic That is elaborate Like eww that flame too hot He need to practice it Light a match, and put wax to it Label it as a laxative That way we can sample it Flip it, and mathematic it Dont stand like a manakin Are you famished, or panickin’ If you’re damaged, I'll laugh again I can’t manage to plastic My inner savage a magnet Attracted to get cabbage Or living lavish then Sit back while i'm practicin’ Practicum like an analyst Inhibition no catalyst Too much of that cannabis But right now I’m so focus You can all me philanthropist Birds flying high You know how I feel Sun in the sky You know how I feel I want to be a rapper and a actor Shoot an episode, hit the road and tour after Leave a set, do a set, That is what i got a knack for Take a beat, rip a beat, That is what ill get a plaque for This aint for the reward This is for the rapture I can’t die today, cuz i aint wrote my best chapter Use to hoarder through horder Now I barter through borders Fabulous forever Exuberant explorer Excellence exemplifies My etiquette and manner Lyrical labber Living with laughter Original dabber Changing up the standard Call me x factor Or Mr. Austin Ashford High school dropout But i got my bachelors Calculated education Call it double masters No I’m not casper But I’m running faster Than a rocket ship That dip down form Nasa Straight from the Yay Nickel and dime I made That is the place I was raised Critics and praise Give me all the accolades For my ancestors with chains We build this place But they still lock us away Aye, listen to me Give me some empathy Sympathy, sympathize, similar humanity Aye, woah They said that killmongers dead Just like that dude did his Dad Knife through his chest Murdered by african tech Technically now, we have nobody left To save all the women and men And all the black children living out west To save all the women and men And all the black children living out west Birds flying high You know how I feel Sun in the sky You know how I feel