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What you don't understand Is that your voice is naturally beautiful So even your ugly tones are beautiful And you've gotta understand that about your instrument And you've gotta accept that So when you're making an effect It's still going to come off beautiful To us okay So don't think Oh I sound horrible I sound horrible I sound horrible Because all you're doing is cutting yourself at the Knees the thighs the hips the torso And then you're down And then we don't get anything out of you right Just stand firm that I'm great I'm great I'm great Okay just keep telling yourself you're great Uh Since Canary was smoking Camels My fam damage was ample Our luck was tampered Our trials are vials in a double-blind Random samples But love wasn't trampled Don't tell us what we can't do Fire on both sides of the endless candle Losing my vitamin D My complexion getting lighter by week Holed up secretly making fire beats I've fully realized my luxury This what the Pharoah felt in his pyramid scheme The anguish was my lucky daye How it was painted The sanguine Mr. glass half empty is what they're saying Happens to be on full tanking while they're tanking Blaming everything but themselves for their placement I've fucked up like a thousand opportunities So some things I can't ruin with impunity But you can't count me out And you can't cut me off like Kunta When I'm back to my feet so fluidly I can't do nothing but smile When I think of the misfortune I ain't thought of in awhile My mental in so many portions From plans to scheduling to expectations To reservations to complications to limitations I'm so worried that in the future I won't make it That I forget for two decades I've made it Ain't that amazing Keep that in mind the next time you hesitating That shit is liberating This shit is Wishy Washi Uh uh This shit is Wishy Washi Na na na na This shit is Wishy Washi Uh uh This shit is Wishy Washi Uh uh This shit is Wishy Washi Uh uh This shit is Wishy Washi Na na na na This shit is Wishy Washi Uh uh This shit is Wishy Washi Last time I checked I was up one lap Now I write poetry for me and homies It ain't easy to know me no cap Guard ya head hold yo heart Home alone like Macaulay Culkin Like last year was different as fuck I made a whole career off giving things up Now I feel that it wasn't enough Even though I was given enough Ain't adding to the convo much Reading Greek plays Eating subway La vie rose on replay Meanwhile the whole year went to shit before my album could breathe Well now I can create in peace But my mind is on no justice no peace And how do I fit in the seems When it seems I've been so tired of speaking on these things Honestly I can't go no further without this speech Four albums was set to release before this was thought of There's no punchline I just thought that you should know This year fiscally has been it for me Meanwhile I'm losing everything personally I was told to speak politically But am I making the soundtrack for police brutality? I mean these buzzwords would work for virtue-signaling But these topics I can't fit organically So many topics to keep mentioning Is speaking on social media's a necessity? No one cares of what's going on mentally This isn't an effort for redeeming me For not expressing my pains lyrically But ask around I was mad Can you imagine When my mother calls me Shouting from inside her car As riots play out around her market We cant walk to the store without being harassed And now we can't go to the store cause it's trashed Trashed by my own Trashed by people who feel that they're wronged Mad at the fact that no amount of a song Can bring any of their Son's home Can bring Breonna Taylor back home I swear This shit is Wishy Washi Uh uh This shit is Wishy Washi Na na na na This shit is Wishy Washi Uh uh This shit is Wishy Washi Uh uh Damn it the damage I watched my family endure Not even Cameron Flaisch could've canvassed This makes people manic Panicked with PTSD It feels like you planned it Planted drugs and abandoned When the addicts were famished I gotta hand it to Reagan The way he spanned it From Cali to Detroit to the Land If marijuana was amended People would be out of prison And not the victim of a system That would rather give jail time For a chance to revisit Then to educate with their wisdom Between the prices and fatherless pride After it all subsides To fail is statistically high We're bailed by a system that tries But government spending With no directions Blind leading the blind But who am I to speak on things When I've been seen as though I take in stride Nothings black and white Everything's grey Wishy Washi No one deliberates Sacrificing communication For safe spaces Lying to my people on what to make it So I'll stand at protests But my voice is as drowned out as Maya Angelou caged in Thinking that my voice would cause harm in most cases But then I'm drawn to those tracings Like Moss with a bullet from Brady Fixated on changing what's outdated for this nation Looks it all Wishy washi Uh uh This shit is Wishy Washi Uh uh This shit is Wishy Washi This shit is Wishy Washi