i'm too this

not enough that

need more of this

way less of this

a dash of this

watered down that

to spice up this

so i can be part of the group

sign with the show

join the company

up to me

if i want to conform

we need bits of this

and heaps of that

lower this

so we can raise up that

cut off this

to sew on that

cover this

actually cover that

i know, i know

less is more

i know, i know

simplicity works

i know, i know

make it palatable

i know, i know

you need water

okay i need a mic

a stage

a show

where the people have no idea

where i’m gonna go

i need a chance

a moment

10 seconds to prove

y'all are still stealing from people

who actually know how to groove

i need lights

a camera

an action off set

where my best foot forward

lands on the oppressors chest

you need time

preparation

a moment to heal

y'all still love playing dumb

to the ideas that you steal

i'm not picked for the team

i'm not chosen for the group

im not spotted by casting

i'm not highlighted in the troup

i'm not liked in the chat

i'm not kept in the loop

i'm not meant to be with y'all

busy leading your chickens to their coop

sitting on the stoop

taking a long drag from this cig

wondering what gig

will help me purchase my next wig

a rigged game

feels like i'm looking for blame

instead i don't want to play

i choose success over fame

taming me

wasting your time

y'all are really good at wasting time

the one thing in this world

we can't get back

i could be meaner

but manners are cutting y'all slack

bring back

raw art

i'm not afraid to hurt your feelings

i'm not afraid to be wrong

i'm not afraid to start healing

some of y'all stay healing

and ain't never been hurt

just been kicking up dirt

and claiming there's something in your eyes

what's a surprise anymore

we predict endings

know results while it's pending

know the text while it's sending

everyone is pretending

that why what's real feels like a joke

signaling smoke

the ribbit before the croke

coke and rum

trynna to pretend to be numb

i know you're gonna feel that hangover

my cup will runneth over

y'all can have my leftovers

i gotta feed myself first

i know, i know

time is money

i know, i know

money rules all

i know, i know

the bigger they are

the harder they say they fall

and i want a guarantee

that they will fall

i recall

calling for some change

of face

of space

of pace

but that's too much of this

we meant more of that

yes, less of this

as a matter of fact

scrap the whole thing

make it a reboot and make ‘em all black

lightskin with like two of ‘em

chocolate

one of ‘em chocolate

the other can be african

born and raised in london

that's it

that's progressive

that's powerful

that's what they wanted all along

stop complaining

about all that other stuff

we can't control that

but we can control this

we have no say in that

but we can manipulate this

we don't have money for that

but we got millions for this

and this

and this

and this

but not for that

that is up to you

whether you wanna spend your money on that

once we give you the money

you can decide whether you wanna spend it on this or that

as a matter of fact

scrap that

we're going with the original idea

the original stolen idea

the original white wash

washed out

played out

overplayed

outdated

overstated

guarantee to make us some money

idea

cause you know

time is money

and we can't get our time back

but don't worry

we will take back the money

so we can purchase more time

time is ticking

nature said time is ticking

grandma said time is ticking

russia said time is ticking

haiti said time is ticking

yemen said the clock is about to run out

sticking with their oversized knife in this gun fight called life

and i will be labeled the killer

kill me before you silence me

before you water me down

before i say something too loud

before i put on my crown

and remind y'all who is the queen

cause too much of this and that

makes a whole lot of me

and since i know

y'all will continue to steal from me

and call it healing

give me a mic

a stage

and an action off set

so i can give you something to heal from

we’re going on vacation and the country is on fire

I perspire

each sleepless night in bed waiting for

each noise to quiet in my head

wondering how i got so lucky

survivor’s guilt and I’ve never even seen

the barrel of the beast

unnecessary guilt to say the least

we're driving to the beach and the country's drinking bleach

i'm perplexed

by the apparent hex that has been placed upon the people

like sheep we flock to the next shocking story that guzzles our feed

are masks still a need

america is a different breed

of fucked up shit

we're posted in south carolina and the country is tired

but also wide awake

some of them fake

but hey, better late than never

said no one ever

when dealing with the military clearing out the streets

it'll be 2035 when i get some factual deets

about what the hell is going on

we're tanning on the patio and the country is in an election year

and my biggest fear

is that history's song will stay on repeat

there's so much hope for defeat

but that means people have to read

and listen and wait and negotiate

and i've never witnessed an america where that's lasted more than like 8 months max

trying to relax

since my family and i are on vacation

i'm feeling pretty helpless in the fighting for humanity

i'm worried and conflicted

shit is fucking with my sanity

to see what things are trending

makes me only speak profanity

they're drawing up the lines

making unity a fantasy

don't know what to do

to make an impact that exemplifies

the feelings that i feel

seem to constitute as selfish lies

cause overstimulation

picks a winner that personifies

a well rounded distraction

pulling focus lessens all the tries

so many questions

lead to questioning the truth

being force fed

it's injected

but i still need way more proof

cause i'm connecting all the dots

the pictures looking real fuzzy

i'm picking at the scab

about to bleed, contemplating was he

worth it

was he right

was he wrong

did he fight

for his right

to survive

in a world

still alive

breathing well

can he tell

where his life

woulda been

if they spared

or they cared

for a man

with no plan

seems like we all are trapped

in a groundhogs day sequel

destined to repeat

like a bad series prequel

help me understand

if the victory can be won

the clock is ticking quick

cause the fighting has begun

i'm putting up my hands

and your putting up a gun

i either stand and die

or i'm going on the run

run

run

run faster now

run

run

never knew how

run

run

cross over seas

run

run

my apologizes

i'm feeling pretty feeble in the fighting for morality

i'm tired and rethinking

whether being here's reality

i aiming for some freedom

social, faith, or sexuality

we don't see eye to eye

fucking trapped in a duality

i'm checking ticket prices

trynna get the hell outta here

this place don't run on love

it has functioned solely outta fear

i've always played the game

but these new rules that appear

will take a person's life

they are hunters, baby i'm the deer

so many options

makes it hard to choose one

i'm so use to running

never thought to hold the gun

but stooping to their level

never got the job done

war's not my jam

said God's only son

run

run

run smarter now

run

run

i'll show you how

run

run

fly to the moon

run

run

hope to see you soon