Brown Man

Brown man in the mirror, running out of time slow All this hate and the bitterness getting out of line, though Brown man with the blues, they like wtf's this? Live a day in my shoes, you'd be out of luck, bitch They tell me luck has its limits, you gotta stay within I say it's luck, when you have it, you gotta play with it They tell me hate is the game now, the haters play with it The brown man in your mirror can't get away with it I tell em, I don't see haters, though, I see steak frites I see people in trouble who I can straight teach And I can preach while I eat, so I tell em take seat I'll teach em haters how hate is a way to make peace You'll plant your own seed, then you eat the fruit and They'll say it fell in your lap, like Isy Newton The human breed is diseased, they call it evolution They'll be a part of the trap, but not the solution Though the confusion is fostered, the poison runs deep The pillows keep getting softer, but only some sleep They wanna be on the roster, but only some see The execution is what costs you, the talk comes cheap I'm tryna climb on the ladder, and never comin down They wanna wine with their platter, and want it on the house I'm tryna grind in a manner, that'll give my bros a route They wanna grind on the hoes, cause all the bros are out Ghost in my dreams, they patrol with diligence Most of their dreams, like "hoe, who's billing us?" Lost the wind screen, on the road with militants So most of my dreams, like "their goal is killing us" You don't wanna be in the business of identifying traitors You don't wanna be in situations of duckin down I'm tryna be in the business of multiplying paper The haters make you feel safe but they wanna see you drown The drama ready caught up to me, it don't wait for later All the commas addin up too weak, only hope is paper On my mama, never felt the heat, never felt it greater All the traumas catchin up to me, only help the Maker I'm on a mission to find my faith back, it got me Reminiscing the times from way back, when I would Stay up wishing for nights with no deaths And threats of surprises in boxes like Jack, so I Grind-grind for the bread, my brothers need wheat Got these rhymes in my head, the suckers need sweets This for the dimes in my bed, I couldnt feed meat Sorry, got all these crimes in my head, I'm from the deep streets, bitch And for all the haters, oops, i mean students Learn to stay in your lane, keep it between students Cause when you f*ck with the teachers, yeah, cause they been students They end up making you wishing you never seen or knew them We're not from the followers, we're the ones who're followed We the ones who're eaten and the ones who're swallowed No hidin truth from the youths, we saw it early too Difference is I was dirty then, now clean and thirty two Haters wait and they hide, until you make a mistake They wanna piece of the pie, you know, a piece of the cake Until it's them on the ride, and they make a greater mistake Then they peace outta sight and find peace in the hate Swallow shame when you tried, follow process and faith Swallow pain and your pride, follow progress with grace With the hate as your guide, follow traces of fate Cause love likes to hide in the places you hate It's H