| I feel the Aryan in my blood, it’s scarier than a Blood
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| Been looking for holy water, now I’m praying for a flood
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| It feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
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| While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a drug
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| Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
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| Tell me you love me, need me
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| Promise me you’ll never leave me
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| Even though my daddy, you know he blacker than the street
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| With a fist to match, more solid than concrete
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| Tell white people I’m black, feel the need to retreat
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| Like I should be ashamed of my granddaddy Malik
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| But my beautiful black brothers and sisters
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| Want to act like I’m adopted
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| Go back in time to when my nigga daddy
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| Impregnated my cracker momma and stopped it
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| My oh my (My oh my)
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| Oh my (My oh my)
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| I said oh my (Oh my)
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| Somebody pinch me
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| Black man screaming, trying to convince me I’m not black
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| So why the white man wanna lynch me?
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| Damn, my skin fair but life’s not
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| And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t care what whites thought
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| Or black people said, shit
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| Maybe it’s in my head
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| Like a single mother praying In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
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| Looking around on the ground for a serpent to feed her
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| Praying to God, wondering why her baby daddy beat her
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| Feeling like the devil finna come and defeat her
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| All alone in the wintertime, close to the heater
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| Wondering what’s gonna happen
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| And how the world gonna treat her
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| How could her momma mislead her
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| And her daddy just leave her?
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| Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
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| Oh my
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| (Oh my) Oh my
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| (Oh my) Like the white woman said oh my
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| Oh my, my, my, my, my
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| Ohhh
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| Oh my, my, my, my, my
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| Oh my
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| I don’t feel right deep inside
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| Feeling like I need to hide
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| Everybody wonder why I get high
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| 'Cause I can’t fight the feeling inside
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| Oh my, my, my
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| Oh my, I said oh my, yeah
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| Feeling innocent in a sense has got me feeling on the fence
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| And all this shit is so intense
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| Don’t wanna go to this event
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| Just wanna stay home and invent
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| And somehow, yeah, that let me vent
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| I’m taking shots and drinking liquor
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| But that shit don’t make a dent in how I’m feeling
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| And yes I’m willing to keep chilling on this shit
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| I know there’s someone out there far away
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| Who’s feeling all this shit
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| And yes I know that when I’m low
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| There’s so much further I can go
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| And so I look up to the sky
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| Oh my, oh my
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| (Oh my, oh my) Oh my, oh my
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| (Oh my, oh my) Oh my, oh my
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| (Oh my, oh my) Oh my, oh my
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| (I said oh)
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| I feel the Aryan in my blood, it’s scarier than a Blood
|
| Been looking for holy water, now I’m praying for a flood
|
| It feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
|
| While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a drug
|
| Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
|
| Tell me you love me, need me
|
| Promise me you’ll never leave me
|
| Even though my daddy, you know he blacker than the street
|
| With a fist to match, more solid than concrete
|
| Tell white people I’m black, feel the need to retreat
|
| Like I should be ashamed of my granddaddy Malik
|
| But my beautiful black brothers and sisters
|
| Want to act like I’m adopted
|
| Go back in time to when my nigga daddy
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| Impregnated my cracker momma and stopped it
|
| My oh my (My oh my)
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| Oh my (My oh my)
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| Like the white woman said oh my (Oh my)
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| Single mother praying In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
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| Looking around on the ground for a serpent to feed her
|
| Praying to God, wondering why her baby daddy beat her
|
| Feeling like the devil finna come and defeat her
|
| Single mother praying In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
|
| Looking around on the ground for a serpent to feed her
|
| Praying to God, wondering why her baby daddy beat her
|
| Feeling like the devil finna come and defeat her
|
| Single mother praying In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
|
| Looking around on the ground for a serpent to feed her
|
| Praying to God, wondering why her baby daddy beat her
|
| Feeling like the devil finna come and defeat her
|
| All alone in the wintertime, close to the heater
|
| Wondering what’s gonna happen
|
| And how the world gonna treat her
|
| How could her momma mislead her
|
| And her daddy just leave her?
|
| Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
|
| Oh my
|
| Oh my, my, my, my, my
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| Ohhh
|
| Oh my, my, my, my, my
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| Oh my
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| I don’t feel right deep inside |
| Feeling like I need to hide
|
| Everybody wonder why I get high
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| Cause I can’t fight the feeling inside
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| Oh my, my, my
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| Oh my, I said oh my
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| Sometimes I can’t get you out of my mind
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| Baby, no I just can’t find, I just can’t find
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| Such a beautiful state of mind
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| Beautiful state of mind, such a beautiful state of mind
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| Beautiful state of mind
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| Sometimes everyday right on time
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| But right now in my mind
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| It feels like I’m living on borrowed time
|
| I feel the Aryan in my blood, it’s scarier than a Blood
|
| Been looking for holy water, now I’m praying for a flood
|
| It feel like time passing me by slower than a slug
|
| While this feeling inside of my body seep in like a…
|
| Will you hug me, rub me on the back like a child?
|
| Tell me you love me, need me
|
| Promise me you’ll never leave me
|
| Even though my daddy, you know he blacker than the street
|
| With a fist to match, more solid than con…
|
| Tell white people I’m black, feel the need to retreat
|
| Like I should be ashamed of my granddaddy Malik
|
| But my beautiful black brothers and sisters
|
| Want to act like I’m adopted
|
| Go back in time to when my nigga daddy
|
| Impregnated my cracker momma and stopped it
|
| My oh my, oh my
|
| Feeling innocent, oh my
|
| Feeling innocent in a sense has got me feeling on the fence
|
| And all this shit is so intense
|
| Don’t wanna go to this event
|
| Just wanna stay home and invent
|
| And somehow, yeah, that let me vent
|
| I’m taking shots and drinking liquor
|
| But that shit don’t make a dent in how I’m feeling
|
| And yes I’m willing to keep chilling on this shit
|
| I know there’s someone out there far away
|
| Who’s feeling all this shit
|
| And yes I know that when I’m low
|
| There’s so much further I can go
|
| And so I look up to the sky, to the sky
|
| Like a single mother praying In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida
|
| Looking around on the ground for a serpent to feed her
|
| Praying to God, wondering why her baby daddy beat her
|
| Feeling like the devil finna come and defeat her
|
| All alone in the wintertime, close to the heater
|
| Wondering what’s gonna happen
|
| And how the world gonna treat her
|
| How could her momma mislead her
|
| And her daddy just leave her?
|
| Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
|
| How could her momma mislead her
|
| And her daddy just leave her?
|
| Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
|
| How could her momma mislead her
|
| And her daddy just leave her?
|
| Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
|
| How could her momma mislead her
|
| And her daddy just leave her?
|
| Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
|
| How could her momma mislead her
|
| And her daddy just leave her?
|
| Like abracadabra when that magician pull on the lever
|
| Oh my
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| Atom: So what now? |
| What advice can you give me?
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| God: What advice can I give humanity?
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| Atom: I suppose so
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| God: Live your life. |
| Don’t waste your days on the negative energy of others.
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| Remember that you’re not your salary. |
| You’re not your house. |
| You’re not your
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| car. |
| And no matter how big your bank account is, your grave is six feet under
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| just like everyone else’s. |
| So enjoy the days you have. |
| Worry not about the days
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| that came before you. |
| Nor the ones that will follow you in death.
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| Remember that right here in this moment is all you are guaranteed,
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| and the fact that you are living is what life is all about. |
| So live your life
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| to the fullest, according to your happiness and the betterment of all
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| Kai: Damn man, we’ve been walking forever
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| Thomas: Well, Thalias tracking system says we’ll be there in just over an hour
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| Kai: Shit, at least we got good walking music or is that it?
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| Thomas: Oh no, man. |
| I’m cueing up the fourth album now, his final one
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| One, two, three, four
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| One, two, three, four, listen
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| Look into my eyes
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| Tell me you could see beyond the smile that I’m puttin' on
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| This front that I’m puttin' up for you
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| I spill my soul into a microphone
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| With poems written in blood
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| In hopes that it’s enough for you
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| Do you love me yet?
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| Do you love me yet?
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| No? |
| Okay
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| I’ll go harder for you
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| In fact, I rap till I collapse
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| All I wanted was acceptance, my latest lesson
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| I’ll never feel your approval till I accept my own
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| Come from a messed up home, destitute and less informed |
| About the ways to raise a child up
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| To not become a product
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| Of his environment, I need to cry and vent
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| But I done built this wall up
|
| Actin' like everything’s all good
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| But in reality I’m lookin' for something
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| Through bumpin' my favorite rappers I came up after
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| Nas, Cole, and Hov
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| Eyes closed, I zone till five or so in the morn'
|
| I’m used to being alone
|
| Shit, you know how long I’ve been out on my own?
|
| Chasing dreams, fantasies of a throne
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| One day I wake up and see that it didn’t exist all along
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| Till then I will pen verses that fans consider brilliant
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| Boosting my ego with every million that spills in
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| And still then
|
| I won’t find solace, so where’s the logic in that?
|
| Worrying 'bout if they think Logic can rap
|
| When it all just goes back to a childhood, need to be loved
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| By parents that was in too deep with the drugs
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| Nigga, my advice, fuck the black and white shit
|
| Be who you are, identify as a star
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| No one tells you you’re that
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| It’s something that you just know
|
| The world be stealing your glow
|
| Your mama did what she could
|
| Her life was miles from good
|
| Your father fell in the trap
|
| They set for you when you black
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| They met when they was low
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| And therefore you a product of that
|
| And so your trauma is deep
|
| Don’t bury it you should weep
|
| And clean it out of your system, then truly forgive 'em
|
| Just my opinion, only then can you find peace
|
| Just start to notice happiness don’t come from album release
|
| I’ve been through it before
|
| Can only share with you what I know
|
| To be true, but at the same time, I’ll never be you
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| And you’ll never be me, no matter how hard that you try
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| This is for youngins out there wondering how far you can fly
|
| The truth is that you could go further than the stars and the sky
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| But if you want to then you ought to know why
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| Are you running from something
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| With hopes of becoming someone
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| That’s finally worthy of love
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| Let me tell you now, you’re worthy enough
|
| Fuck approval from strangers, that shit is dangerous as hell
|
| Find God, learn to accept yourself
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| And I’m gone, acceptance |