PRACTICE

This ain't even meditation this is just practice The only things promised to you is death and taxes Things ya momma said but you didn't listen back then Friends doing Witchcraft til they lost access They like to tell us that the earth is spinning on its axis But that theory feels flat it's only a fraction Supreme mathematics got me speaking in an accent Written in hieroglyphs infused w passion The fruits of my labor put food on my table Put ya mind to it what you do ain't hard labor Rn I'm dealing w self I'll deal with god later It's like standing in Antarctica removing all layers I am no goat standing in a snow globe Almost got stranded in Tha lab where the clones grow I just wanna be a real boy Pinocchio Cut the chains off now look my soul glow IM in HD I mean eight D Ran back to the field for my safety Gave the corners back kept on pushing The boy became a man when he grew beyond Brooklyn This ain't even meditation this is just practice The only things promised to you is death and taxes Things ya momma said but you didn't listen back then Friends doing Witchcraft til they lost access It's funny how yo gifts shrink Vanity got you in a headlock When you lose yo instincts Put me in Tha spotlight so i grow my hair out Don't wanna be the standard or a living false idol Just wanna learn tha word or what you would call Tha Bible And all Tha other books that they been hiding Since a youth my imagination always been my rival Cause we rooted in survival If they plotted out the map backwards we been lied to Up is down and down is up My whole sound sounds like I'm down as fuh Dont wanna clutch a pound just lounge and cut Umma speak my truth til I'm out of luck Man fuck this country it feels like they gon come fa me Too much money coming in Ima give to my ancestors fuck these immigrants This all stolen land That we living In Still learning it myself Just look my skin look like cinnamon When it's under Tha sun In Tha beginning of time I was the one