Lyrics Militant Man - Trapo

Militant Man

I’m like, almost, almost, almost out of weed, but like
Maybe that’s a good thing
Probably should be sober for this one
Hahaha
Ayy cut the fan and shit off
This is my, this is like the, I don’t know like
The message track or some shit, the postive
I don’t know, um
Militant man, we all want to be brave
We all want to be someone that we can’t
Forced to be who we are
'Til you’re dead in the grave
The grave, yeah
Forced to ride in the car
That I wish I could roll in
Forced to live 'til tomorrow
Forced to make it to Monday
Forced to be who we are
(Forced to be who we are
Forced to be who we are, all the time)
What I need to prove right now?
When everybody dead, everybody dyin'
Everybody victim to they mind
Sayin' jump, blood stains on the ground
What I need to prove right now?
They’ll make me (militant), we’ll make me (militant), I’ll make me
What I need to prove right now?
When everybody dead (with everybody dyin')
Militant man, we all want to be brave
We all want to be someone that we can’t
Forced to be who we are
'Til you’re dead in the grave
The grave, yeah
Still walkin' like militants, talkin' like banishment
Flexin' our innocence, my sentence still the same
Mary jane, stickin' to every thread in my jeans
Scan then refresh the page
My Twitter read genocide, forty million dollar slaves
And those who 'member me on the pavement
For militants and racists
And the job I acquired come with stipulation
Dream answers renovated
Out shoppin' without the paper get dangerous
Don’t like when them J’s is
Stolen, but you rock 'em like you bought 'em on vacation
Only 'cause you won it in a lotto
Family taught you greet him, if he force it, we can flap him
I’ma dress that bitch for problem, I’ll endorse it, niggas wildin'
We ain’t go to college, we ain’t get the job
We just clockin' coppers, we just know how to survive
Lessons taught from the flawed
No laws, but follow our own methods
Leadin' you to a deathbed, bad decisions
Well granny was a diabetic, daddy was a diabetic
So much bloodshed, we pray it never pass down
We just readin' scriptures
Taking pictures with a fan and switchin' vixens
Eat so I don’t feel the liquor when I pass out
Forget the light, perception’s just a twisted
Have my spirit refurnished with holy water and burn at the smoky altar
Them sands reek of nostolgia
Militant man, we all want to be brave
We all want to be someone that we can’t
Forced to be who we are
'Til you’re dead in the grave
The grave, yeah
Hope I don’t get caught up
Tryna be the bigger man
Extend my hand when I should’ve extended lead
Shoot and leave bended legs in the room, uh
Starin' at the wall, uh
Contemplating ways to get nickels for my thoughts, uh
Trouble on my mind, almost everything is dark
The grave