Conversa

Yeah
Yo, flaws
Just turn up the headphones a bit
Uh-huh
Yeah
Just like that
Gotta beat

Someone's gotta start the conversation
Someone's gotta tell you what they think
Just do your thing, my brother, it’s all good
That’s what I heard
But this ain’t a conversation

A guy’s just poor
This ain’t a sickness
It’s not stupidity either
I know the difference well

Is it just you stealing?
It’s gotta be vice versa
I can’t live locked up
This ain’t a sentence
I won’t change my essence
And you don’t need a degree
To see
That they don’t want my face in the press
And I don’t want my face in the press
I want food in my pantry

I tell the world
Don’t mess with my head
And I say
Father, you won’t make a dime off my faith
We’re not the segregated by birth
So how do you expect them to want us to win?

So many missing men in this macho world
Everything’s gray in this racist world
Can’t be poor in this elitist world
No one gives rides in this taxi world
Nothing lasts forever, you gotta be quick
Everything changes in an instant in this Insta generation
But I won’t change just to be on the list
So it’s likely I’ll give up

If I’m gonna change
For opinions or comparing myself to the generation
That buys views
Man, I’m out, I don’t live for the world
I’m used to having nothing
I don’t care about everything

Man, I don’t pay to be seen
People pay for what I wear
I’m not just strolling on stage
I live for this
So man, play it right
And the world wants me to lie well
So the world feels good

And if it’s not to be a shepherd
I’d rather not exist, I wasn’t born to be a sheep
I wasn’t born to follow anyone
And I won’t say anything you want to hear
I’ll say what I think you need to hear
Or better yet, what I have to say
Yeah