Pick Up the Phone

Welcome to America, where the one percent is evil like Angelica Stay true to yourself, too many replicas Being black in America, we're the number one targets They shoving fear down our throats, when they're harmless I'll paint a picture with these tears, I'm an artist I'm not afraid to shed light where it's darkness They're snatching all of our seeds, so they won't harvest I pulled out all the weeds, look at my garden The devil dangled the bait, so I dodged that Man it's hard to be so peaceful, when you gotta keep your piece full Feeling like an eagle flying high above these seagulls It's hard to keep it legal when you've got to feed your people I'm just looking through the peephole, opportunities be knocking Now I'm staring at the victim with their blood on my veins Bite marks on my neck feeling numb to the pain Insane I hear the lord calling I hear the lord calling me Now you see me, Now you don't In this world, you're on your own Take it slow, stepping stones To miss the call or pick up the phone? Fighting demons everyday cause I choose to fight back Barley up in them streets, mama ain't play that shit She said, "Son it's time to shine!" But now I'm stuck in hell shining through chemtrails If you look up in the sky, you'll see the pigs fly You might hear some firecrackers or some gunshots Peep the fiends on the corner tryna find some wings I gave em' money for some food, but they'd rather fly I mean, if I had the choice I'd escape too So if I runaway, does the pain too? I don't think some of y'all know what pain do You complete the first wave, now it's phase 2 On & On I swear the only thing constant is change Now you see me, Now you don't In this world, you're on your own Take it slow, stepping stones To miss the call or pick up the phone?