Window

Aye run it up Uh run it up Aye, yeah Uh, ok See it's Hard not to be bitter When pitted  against niggas Whos's lyrical since pitiful Literally  the pinnacle Y'all should tunnel your vision to A Clydesdale visual Riding with stallions In unstable relationships Going for the most extremes Like Kenny Blankenship Something niggas my Age would get You could die a thousand ways but What you take from it Better yet what you leaving Could something ever be Made from it Could you even conceive it Reasons Niggas upset with seeing Their own begging and pleading Oppressor Get off my neck I'm caving under pressure Angry black man Never the aggressor Never win if you don't put in effort It's been kind of stressed but lately I've been looking out the window And I don't really like I don't really like what I see Oh I've been looking out the window I don't really like I don't really like what I see Uh I won't even talk about the potus F*ck it Nigga I am not your loyal subject Strip his title while we're on the Subject Idolize him but you hide in public Cowards It's not about his voice But those he represents without one You may speak with you don't speak For me And respect my opinion equally Question Your Privilege frequently Living up to your decency Feel like Tyrese like What more do you want Or need from We could be living equally Quit ignoring my story Excluded from the majority Partly cuz I'm minority but Partially cuz I'm poor and theres no Remorse For these walking corpses All this open land My people deserve a portion My niggas were turned to orphans Their fathers left them with all this How can they answer their calling The system was never flawless Targets aim at our hearts Even in our apartment No lives matter if ours Not important, ofcourse but I've Been Looking Out My Window And I don't really like What I see