Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Young Eye , by - Ivan Ave. Song from the album Every Eye, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 09.11.2017
Record label: Jakarta
Song language: English
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 |