Lyrics We "Sketchbooks" - Propaganda

We "Sketchbooks"

I keep my notebook closer than most, it refuses to boast
When the pushing get to shoving and the loving is rare
It’s like a nightmare out there but never mind that, I’m chillin'
Verbs are blowing out the surge with God-given words
It’s building, being a man stick to my decisions
Holding my conviction to keep up tunnel vision
Some contemplate suicide when times get like this
But others hold to hope and get open to coping
I tend to lean to daydreaming about what coulda happened
But wasn’t always rapping or breaking or going painting
Or maybe I oughta take time to reprioritize
You near family, I ain’t tryna cut the ties
Put down my pride for fellowship to rise
But you swear that I’m being unfair and I don’t care
It’s dumb in hindsight to share my woes
And expect y’all to get what my notebook only knows
Throughout my whole life man, it’s just been we
Sketchbook, notebook, good book, we
Sunshine and rainfall anytime
Man, it’s all good, it’s just we
She gon' look me in my eye like s’posed to understand
Demanded taking your name would crush my frail frame
Took love in vain, I thought we would sustain
Fought tooth and nail, dread to shell toe to get it crackin'
Rap overtime to gain couple more scratches a month
Jump from apartment into own house and home
Leave it alone before it hurts your other warnings every morning
I’m more for tears in my eyes
Thought the ring was banging, me and Zane picked it out
It’s a shame without a doubt, I guess I pushed her too far
And too fast, that’s the price of Tunnel Rat life
Put the vision first and expect her to do the same
Uncalled get washed away in the rain
Sometimes the strongest hearts be the one that been slain
Foolish to think that we won’t disagree
But there’s nothing I can do if you don’t believe in you
Throughout my whole life man, it’s just been we
Sketchbook, notebook, good book, we
Sunshine and rainfall anytime
Man, it’s all good, it’s just we
It ain’t like we don’t get along, I’m sayin' y’all are cool
But called to stand above us all and y’all would act a fool
I don’t know, I close my eyes and take a shot in the dark
If I said the wrong thing, then the gossip would start
I could tell by your words what you got in the heart
Y’all is tryna keep it real with no idea where to start
Find it in your soul to pray for me, I’ll do the same
It’s best if we give a pound and go our separate ways
It’s now more obvious our goals are opposites
You ever been called home by the cries of the projects?
If not, I doubt that we could ever share a stage
I was raised for the war, y’all is looking for the praise
Consider me an enemy, but I promise you this
Take my life and I’ma die with a mic and a clenched fist
Sketchbook in pocket, good Book in heart
Face it, y’all and we just ain’t meant to be
Throughout my whole life man, it’s just been we
Sketchbook, notebook, good book, we
Sunshine and rainfall anytime
Man, it’s all good, it’s just we