Be Quiet

Ten and two, hands on the wheel with precision To Navigate the world that we live in Had to make it turn real Truth hurts It was written On the earliest scrolls takes toll on ambition When you stuck in the hole I knew work was admission through the dirtiest coal mine The diamond's hidden deep in my own mind Decline is a demon I won't blindly Let eliminate all of my progress People get upset And don't acknowledge context I can see regret It bottles up and onsets For years until it appears In a prom dress That you found hidden in your closet but does not stretch Like it did when you were seventeen Now you got a baby on the way Another maybe from the jealous fiend That you call your partner in crime on every picture you post but you don't love him you're just in this position of self affliction Now conditioned to be timid and ditch all your hopes Always limited I've sifted through millions of quotes Listened to the best Had to mimic as a way to growth Oh you wear scars on your chest? Yeah, you and me both Open window breathing fresh air Yes there's something that don't feel right I'm learning to identify Little things come and go But I still pry Big facts Big money Big talk Be quiet Big facts Big money Big talk Be quiet There were times where I felt so alarmed About a friend that I knew with a needle in his arm Couple years passed by where I grew to see the charm But I never went and did it cause I understood the harm Yesterday I felt euphoria through melting on a tab While I'm walked through Astoria and waved down a cab The driver told a story old as Jesus on a slab Had to earn an honest wage and give up everything he had Back home, somewhere in Nigeria Met the criteria to stay here and work as a driver Now his brother does design, makes a quick buck on fiver They reside in South Jamaica Where the neighborhood is kinda In the process of gentrification Charging an arm for rent so half the building vacant He's scared they're forcing him out His veins popping in a rage Phased from all the doubt Remained patient as we traveled the route I had to let him vent It was clear that the man was spent I wish I had an answer but it's never that simple The worst part is the some white kid from the midwest Will move in after him and put a BLM sign in the window Really tone-deaf performative action That comes from every single angle Void of any compassion So in need of distraction But I'm not doing the dance I'll advance with no blood on my hands And stay the man that I am Big facts Big money Big talk Be quiet Big facts Big money Big talk Be quiet