Til the Grave

Way I grew up you get sucker punched for tough talk We never cried about our problems they got brushed off And that did damage to my mental state Never got a belt for fighting through it I'm a welter-weight Amerige where I learned to skate Why niggas never learn to swim? (Why?) And that ain't metaphorical My brothers' singing nervous hymns Gangstas never learn to shoot How you sleep you murder kids Higher-ups be off white that's some Virgil shit Hate me for my race but it don't matter Ima hurdle this Hate me for my race but it don't matter Ima hurdle this And they wondering how far I'll take it All the love be automated Barely even call my friends I hate the pointless conversations But it's love until the grave It could be my last day to walk this earth I'm finna pray This could be my last time writing lyrics on a page Rest my head I'm finna lay Hope I wake, hope I wake, hope I wake (Hope I wake) Feeling better than today Feeling better than today, feeling better than today I'm doing just what's meant for me Women want my spirit like Medusa and Persephone Can't chase 'em Ima let 'em leave Flooding let the levees breathe Sober nights make better dreams Living for the better days Walk the dungeon fell the beasts We locked in I won't tell the streets About a thing that happened even if we fell out on some beef A lot of niggas rapping can't jack that Not at all But I ain't stressing bout the other team 'cause Ima ball Leaves in the grass, trees and the flowers Nothing passive bout my past hard to breathe since a toddler I been knocked down They ain't see me bleed when I got up I did some soul searching when I grieved and I wandered When I grieved and I wandered Grieved and I wandered Did some soul searching when I grieved and I wandered, Clipse