Journal 0421

Where are you going on your journey, do you know?
And if you don’t like what’s fated for you, would you go?
Is it a good thing we walking blind, led only by our senses?
Peroduas or Benzes, brave through whatever’s against us
Me, I took couple Ls but I took a lot more chances
Made lot more right choices, climbed over systemic fences
But I don’t shout about it, they say «yo go loud if you got it»
What does that amount to? Validation? I’ve got blessings though, I count them
I achieved everything I’ve set out to do by 32
Said let’s see if I can do it all again in somewhere new
Learned that if you scared of the sacred, you’re c-ing it wrong
If you’re not feeling my words, then you’re reading it wrong
Politicians want to divide us, out of touch trying to be Midas
All of these guys in disguises, disguising as leaders;
Wolves misguiding the sheeples, who these people they call their people?
Guess we’re cautious like when somebody’s coughs in the hospital
And little by little, they belittle us all
And we believed in the tall tale, but who still keeping them scores?
And shame on you and who you endorse
You only as good as the person who you put through the door
And little by little, they belittle us all
And we believed in the tall tale, but who still keeping them scores?
You only as true as who you endorse
You only as good as the person who you put through the door
I know this rapper who took a L bigger than mine
Thought he had the last laugh, subbin' me in his rhymes
Didn’t like that I kick knowledge, didn’t like I did college
Didn’t dare utter my name, dog’s name must’ve been courage
You know the type, cakap tak serupa bikini
Rap a lot about principles, but real life moral miskin
A man on a mission to change the world he’s in
But can’t change himself, nor exorcise his jins
I tried to reach out but he thinks I’m thirsty for clout
Insecurities got the man clouded in doubt
I mean, he seemed to get pissed when we were wishing him well
Ironic how he ended up, pissing in-his-own-well
Built a persona’s as the people’s champ, I fucks with that
Can you separate the artist from the art? I shrug at that thought
How you stayed quiet on BLM, when your whole damn career’s been leveraging
black art?
Guess like them, for him it’s profit over heart
Image over truth, money makes it hard
To be honest should we blame them, they got mouths to feed
To be honest should they blame us, when we skip their shit
Call out their hits as culture vultures skinned in couture
Half ya’ll do it for fame, what else is it for?
Dreams of cars, of tours, dreams of not appearing poor
I can do the math, who you faking it for?
Where are you going on your journey, do you know?
And if you don’t like what’s fated for you, would you go?
They say it’s a good thing we walking blind, led only by our senses
Peroduas or Benzes, brave through whatever’s against us
And little by little, they belittle us all
And we believed in the tall tale, but who still keeping them scores?
And shame on you and who you endorse
You only as good as the person who you put through the door