Signal of Distress

And niggas ask me what I do this shit for I do it for all those times we were evicted Turn on the lights and roaches scrambling in the kitchen And just like them poverty satisfied my hunger Because I knew all the anguish Would only make us stronger Y'all got this shit misunderstood Identity in person hood Makes the ego stand taller Than it ever fucking should Grew up in the hood There was fights everyday Seen a nigga do The a-town stomp on a nigga's face My mama spent new years day In a mental home I was working five to five Trying to keep my mental strong It gets hard at times To admit when some things have went wrong Cause I ain't trying to Speak more life into it and see it take form And this right here A note to my creator I wrote down my desires on this Little piece of paper Buried at the doorsteps of the north pacific ocean Trying to save humanity Truly my only focus I hope you notice We're here on borrowed time In a body That is not even mine I know that I am the sky and my thoughts are the clouds They cannot Weigh me down I am sound Don't jeopardize your relationship with god For popularity from mortals Cause it's all facades Humans are the food We are consumed by father time And when your soul rises Your life review rewinds Seeing how you affected everyone That's in your journey From their perspective it's okay if you hurt them We just learning Have some patience with yourself and Try to gain discernment It ain't sincere If you always trying to look for reimbursement Good vibes I am dispersing The sun and moon are god's eyes Watching us through the sky I feel like a special agent Sent here to observe creation Clearly something on this earth is wrong Just because we don't give attention to it Doesn't mean it's gone Designer stores sidewalks turning into people's home Conditioned to walk over them and act like Ain't notice them notice them Cut the bullshit Cut cut the bullshit Running on three hours Of sleep while this Violin on full tilt tilt Cut the bullshit Cut cut the bullshit Running on three hours Of sleep while this Violin on full tilt tilt Y'all got this shit misunderstood Identity in person hood Makes the ego stand taller Than it ever fucking should Grew up in the hood There was fights everyday Seen a nigga do The a-town stomp on a nigga's face My mama spent new years day In a mental home I was working five to five Trying to keep my mental strong It gets hard at times To admit when some things have went wrong Cause I ain't trying to Speak more life into it and see it take form And this right here A note to my creator I wrote down my desires on this Little piece of paper Buried at the doorsteps of the north pacific ocean Trying to save humanity Truly my only focus I know you notice