[Intro]
*Yeah. Yo, this some nice shit, man. Yeah, props to Fiyer; I love the beat
Let's take it back to Atlanta*
[Verse 1: Par.]
I been kicking some ties
I been talking the shit
Cursed out the tease, it was broad, it was lit
She said that I'm a hoe
I go hard in the garden
These other brothers talk like they brought out the Marvin's
Room, *hello?* I'm texting all your exes
Saying she would ride with Baba Par. in the Lexus
I just want a breakfast, maybe get a set list
Tweet about the eggs and then share it with my friends list
*(What are you saying?)*
Stop, stop, I lost all my connections
I used to talk about the struggles others felt incessant
Needs to ignore, pretend to never exist, let's
Take a trip down, to times inconsistent
Mussulmans edging, telling me they repping
And saying how they'd never see a trump in the present
Governmental sanctions on immigrating nations
With refugees I see, how they pledging the allegiance
Star spangled banner is star spangled banter
When you say you don't want my brothers in Atlanta
My Latin bros and sisters come study for some listeners
So they can have a visa from the US all finished up
[Bridge: Par.]
*Look at you, you said you cared for others
Ya last two tapes were you right on the covers
You said that you'd be social, activism hellish
Became another rapper, amateur and selfish*
[Hook: Par.]
I see it well now, life is like a *lottery.*
Never got to pick but you born into some mockery
You look into the skies and you think it's someone else's
Doing but you know in fact it's something else irrelevant
[Verse 2: Par.]
(yeah, yeah)
Walking down on Ferst, all I hear are sirens
Not sure if it's another brother murked by the violence
Of gangs that he sees when he's walking downtown
Or a navy suited man telling him ***get on the ground***
Or maybe it's a shooting. Another school shooting
I'm cynical, fearing that my school will have the new one
I'm scared to go to class, won't know if it's the last
This insecurity has got me thinking in a cast
Can't move, can't see, can't walk
Till the broken bone has healed, I won't seem to stop
Sure, this ain't Compton, but I can be afraid
I fear the day confederates will come blow out my brains
[Hook 2: Par.]
I see it well now, life is like a lottery
Never got to pick but you killed by some wannabe
You look into the skies and you think it's someone else's
Doing but you know in fact it's something else irrelevant
[Verse 3: Par.]
Using all my efforts on choruses and bridges
Interlude'd make em fly but I could never hit it
Serve it to the people but I'm scared about what I'll come
Talked about myself, now this the real outcome
Got you people vibing, I could hear yo mouth run
Talk the shit but I know that it got you vibing out some
Service is to you but I can't lose my mouth I've
Talked about myself, now this the real outcome
How you gon' succeed? If you sounding like the others
How you gon' compete? If you pacing back behind?
How you gon' defeat? If you gon' hit yourself?
How you gon' believe? If you can't feel your prime?
Just a dot in the city, some day I'll be the king
I'll talk about myself, they'll wanna see the rings
Just a dot in the city, some day I'll have the key
These issues need press cuz the people never see
[Outro]
--Extra, extra. Hear all about it..
Par is on the track, and he said that he devout and
Par is on the track, and he said he came farthest
It's not the outro, cuz this race has only started
You're welcome
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