Godamit - I'm Part of the Problem
They say focus on the journey, don't watch the destinationI'm pissed off with it all fam, I need hella patience
And I mean Hela like Thors sister since been separated
I'm waiting on All Father to fall and then its devastation
This world is on fucking fire, politicians fucking liars
Human beings fucking liars, gassing up the fucking choir
Who am I to talk? I'm part of it more than most
Say these bars are for the hope but narcissist how I show
If its told its propaganda, if its art then its exposed
I got no more heart for no Instagram quotes
It's nightmares for those sleeping, throw pillows at the woke
Aint positive what I post, aint popular on the polls
Are you popping or are you broke
I'm positive this a joke. Gods all creasing up his clothes
Just watching us on his own
Stumble over ourselves and tell ourselves we've grown
As he wonders why He ever gave this populous a pulse, it's a joke
Jermaine said that this world is cold
But life is but a beach chair, what I was told by Hov
And well so, that thought wrote me all my scrolls
If I could get where it is toasty, I could get me out these clothes
I aint tryna be designer
Leave the Bambu for the pandas
I aint nuttin but a writer
To my ego who I pander
But I'm bunnin down the jungle, its all civil here now
May no snake ever slither here now
It is Shere Karnage, there's nuttin living here now
Little man cub, the real villain here now
So tear it all down man, these times backwards
We got panthers convincing the jungle their lives matter
I was less than 13 when first abused by police
Even younger when I first joined an activist team
The Anti Racist Alliance, we were actually on street
All through the country, we'd hold events, set up meetings
But growing where its bleak, hope leaves, mid 20's
Cus all the laws we worked to fix, we aint fixed any
But 'we gotta fight within the system', what they tell me
And in the same speech its 'any means necessary'
There are riots in the streets, there's police brutality
Hope for Gaza's stripped away and we leave pennies at her feet
You just woke up yesterday and now you tell me how I'm sleeping
Well what good is being woke, if you're still following the sheep
It's a paradox to me to fight, democratically
But if thats how its gotta be, you aint gonna hear me speak
Rather put my headphones in, spark a spliff, make a beat
Maybe write some bars, hopefully they come to me
Cus another black box got sent six feet deep
But I forgot to post a black box on my feed
So I just seen a message in my DM's telling me
That I'm part of the problem, cus I didn't send a tweet
Written by:
Amit Cholera
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