I'm Driving
I'm in my parking lot flying
I mean I'm obviously lying
Been in my Driver seat crying
my 9-5 with these giants
My 6-9 is a fire
My fears could empty these aisles*
My taxes wide as my eye is
My ass do only be tired
I feel I'm boxing Goliath
My God is still my supplier
My mom and pops just retired*
They talking wills, bills, burials, and urns when they dying
I give em roses when I am
On sides where parks is defiled*
(These) parents stuck on these rappers
They child is stuck on these vials
My man got federal priors
His wife been slashin my tires
My life look dope on these flyers
I feel alone when it's silent
These voices louder than choirs and siren sounds when it's quiet
I mean I'm drowning but flying
I'm tapping out on these wires
You want me walking these miles
You want me tough in these trials
You want me fighting my demons
You want me still, And I'm trying...

Chorus (1:16) x2
You gotta be
You gotta be big
You gotta be bold
You gotta be tough
Strong and Harder

Verse 2 (1:43)
...I see these winter's comin closer then ever
...Our neighbors homes getting colder then ever
And my coworker said we homies til I saw his home's foundations over shelter stones that folks that look like me might never own
Fuck you mean
Debating me with Martin Luther King
To justify these things

Chorus (2:48)
You gotta be
You gotta be big
You gotta be bold
You gotta be tough
Strong and Harder

OUTRO
220,000 streams away
From see saw seats
~One interview away from Soulja Boys and
Too tall tees

327 million watch these Oddities
3000 miles from apologies and
Russian sovereignty
From men with hearts as hard as rocks and claws and goft ball cleats
...As dumb as bricks for building all the walls y'all need
Some Governor said we homies til I saw his home's foundations over shelter stones that folks that look like me might never own
Fuck you mean
Canvas me with Martin Luther King
To justify these things
You identify with feigns
You would Gentrify these dreams
Just to jump above these scenes
You don't feel it, so you feign it
You don't picture, so you paint it
You don't see it, cause you ain't it
Said his "great great greatest Grandmother was native"
"Her husband..." a rapist
His father's dad a slaver
But you are a savior
(This makes you...a savior?)
Or something.
Of thoughts you only share when you and I are left alone on paper
~Facebook pages posted on
Liberal Progressives intellectualizing prejudice
And watch these kids in cages like some fetishes
So homie, here's your Trophy for your efforts
And a medal for your courage
And I thanked him for his service
~Hope to see you when I need you getting stomped by civil servants
And I know....I'm wilding
that's violent....I'm childish*
It won't be...a problem*
if I am...compliant
....I'm trying