Pressure

My city wanted a Malcolm X out a minor Crafting my commentary be wary it may define ya Balancing activism while advocating for trauma Posing as picture perfect till Polaroids steady haunt ya Polarized by my mantras poetry was my passion Until I recognized criticism in quick reaction I'm grateful that I vocalized justice for different factions But still for adolescence regret that it ever happened Recollection redundant race topics for satisfaction Where pigments implemented to keep an audience packed in Too young to point out bullshit I'm currently Mr. Paxon Too old to join the pulpit this testimony ain't happen I started comprehending the fate of Orlando Brown Exposing the publicity pedestals moved around The pressures predetermined psychology too profound Of a nigga who can't be a nigga static with the town The pressures weighing on me God can't you help me see Trials tribulations I've been through The pressures weighing on you My city wanted a Martin from just a Martian Alienated thoughts from the windows of this apartment Carrying racial talk but feel guilty for the decision Knowing my dark complexion has garnered me this tuition Member police had told me the tender age of sixteen You don't know how it feels to be white your plays obscene So even past the veil of plight evaded dreams Of every reaching a harmony harboring painful schemes Like can I f*ck his daughter in maybe it's Maybelline Or throw him off the Jefferson ankles we cradling Knowing this isn't heaven sent burying my demeaned Thoughts I had to walk through the insolence with a gleam While praying for his impotence infinite in revenge I lost a bit of innocence playing this sick pretend My city wanted Malcolm now Martin I wanted friends So the commentary fatal was labeled before the end The pressures weighing on me God can't you help me see Trials tribulations I've been through The pressures weighing on you I felt the pressure proceeded to burst the pipes Living procrastination predominantly out of spite Peeling past situations that persecuted my pain Prevalent in my package won't present and that should change Pessimism can prosper pursuing a niggas peak Power within the poverty perseverance in weak Profiting off the punishment previously pandering To the pampered mind entitlement people ain't owed a thing Pouring out plights placated my presence for just a page Prior to proving others that pity ain't mean a thing My process never penalized progress just pended game Till I'm polished for the platinum plaque plastered amongst the plains Personified palatable pieces in every work My paradise is preached through the peaceful power I burst My city wanted Malcolm then Martin a panthers verse But fore pressure tears me down it's my purpose that is preverse The pressures weighing on me God can't you help me see Trials tribulations I've been through The pressures weighing on you