Th!nk (Prod. Blue Majic Beat Co)

Ever wonder why there's racism in America? Cause I did when I was young Huh Ever wonder why these new rappers Steady totin guns Maybe I'm the only one Huh Ever wonder why they hatin cause you out here doin something? I couldn't be the one huh I just think we got the blinders up and we missin somethin Maybe I'm the only one huh Walk outside I got my hoodie on Mind my business But the eyes still on Don't believe that isis striking homes Just somethin for the eyes to focus on Media said put the blinders on So accustomed to the status forms Trumps election got us up in arms But he's not pulling strings just trust me y'all Conversation through the metronome Cause without it they won't listen no This niggas just think he is really woke Conspiracies comin out his throat Don't believe me you are right in fact Look things up all on ya pretty mac I'm still real confused let's take it back Are private prisons takin all the blacks Is there a cure for cancer here in fact Where aids administered just for the blacks Was willie Lynch's theory really true Was thanksgiving just genocidal stew I cop so kicks from Nike wit my dudes But they be running sweat shops in Peru I'm lookin really hard perusin through I know too much my phone is clicking ooouu Im tryna make you think some more today That life is bigger than the surface waves I sit at home and watch the world decay I'm tryna make a difference hip Horay Yeah Cause I be feelin alone and I don't even know what to say Yeah I'm sick of feelin alone I just want me a lil bae Yeah But every girl that I talk to be feelin some type of way Yeah And maybe it's my fault I'll help yall understand today Young relationships Complex in fact Many factors throw it outta wack Many people just be tryna smack Other people just can't grasp the fact I want you and you want me it's crazy This is too good to be true You crazy You are too good for me that's a fact But we all fucked up and that's a fact I'm not perfect You're not perfect neither Grow with me and I will never leave ya Seduce my mind I got the baby fever Oh my girl you got me feelin lethal Yes I jump around now that's a fact How you go from guns to talkin smack How you go from love right back to guns All melodic metaphoric runs Fluent in floetic hefty puns Listen twice And you might learn you some Just a poet Helpin out the young Just someone who chose the smoking gun Listen twice You might just learn you some