Young Eye

Usually I wait a couple bars
But ain’t no time for that between doomsday and a day job, ay
Prolly I should wait a couple summers
But I’mma drop gems on you before the sky above us do
Blue ink on yellow paper, try’nna make it green
Red numbers in my life, rent due by the fifteenth
People holding pink slips, investing hopes in color schemes
But Young Eye, few things be how they seem out here
There’s mad layers like a five cheese pizza
Try’nna see past, it remind me of Nina
She said, «a child’s eyes’s freedom
It’s not clouded with the fear of seeing»
I’m paraphrasing, but what I mean is
Even if the face behind the mahogany desk now orange
We been governed by the green, and black gold below us
The scope of the owner’s in the canvas
And the brushes and the paint
But ay… you can own your eyeballs
Baby, I know it burn bright
Don’t let your eyes adjust
Keep 'em wide open though
It might just, just might
Dark fronting like a shining light
Don’t let your eyes adjust
I’m writing this to you while you’re still in the womb
Or you might be we’re not sure, but the period’s overdue
In nine months if you’re really there, try’nna peak through
Know that few things be what they appear to, out here
The fascist agenda in fashion again though
My fam' in Paris feel the right wing wind blow
Charlie out in the US, she might wanna move again though
My boy in London said, 'cue the crescendo', ay
Neo Nazis marching in Stockholm again though
Half of those fools caught in the Stockholm syndrome
Ain’t no making excuses for a Nazi or defending them
But I still ain’t seen a newborn with an emblem on 'em
Somebody taught them to see
Through a lens skewed by a couple thousand years
Of Colonial power-tripping and scheming
There’s a reason we call them 'the powers that be'
They be there… ssh, they still be there
Still divide and conquer then pocket the profit then leave
They ain’t down with your Uncle Mohammad, your Uncle
That’s why they building walls out of false prophecies, they know it’s all gravy
Long as the sauce pouring out the screen
Oh baby, I know it burn bright
Don’t let your eyes adjust
Keep 'em wide open though
It might just, just might
Dark fronting like a shining light
Don’t let your eyes adjust