I'm the type to spend the whole day with myself
I don't talk much cause friends turn to foes when you're yourself
I feel like Agent Cooper or Colin Kaepernick,
Fighting back attacks from something deeper than what's in paper backs
ancient evil like fear, greed, lusting for the money tree
America got me thinking it's sweeter over seas
My mama raised me European
rappers copping foreigns but they never seen the ocean
it makes me see how different that i'm thinking
I try to carpe all the diem
dap my niggas when I seen 'em
cause these streets turn to old westerns when it's summer in the PM
Apartments turn to mausoleums
mothers turn they kids' rooms to arboretums
it be hard for me to see 'em
I just hold my head like the thinking man
Crack the 40 than it's gone, I'm the magic man
(I'm the magic man aye)
I remember playing Sonic as a youth, I used the Sega like a vacation
I was a part of the Daydream Nation
now I part drinks all out on the pavement,
I hope they finally taste it, I hope they finally taste it
They acting like these gun strokes is just a mass attack
like some blacks can't inhabit a habitat
imagine that--
with no grocery stores and damn near all the schools is closed
liquor pouring more than water just to keep your brain at home
police act like they do right
treat weed like some pure white
ruin a life and read some rights
than go home and pack a bowl and smoke it right.