The world lights up, seven o clock
You’re either sleeping or preparing for a regular job
It’s hard not to be a statistic
A human should not be valuing currency
In hopes to just achieve a position
At least that’s my thoughts
But I fought and I clawed
To get to where I’m at, in the hope that I can find jobs
If not, I’m a write off, my time’s not
Worth less than any paycheck could tell me, but I got
So many people whisper beside me,
Living through me, but could never see the visions that I see
The shit that defines me, I keep to myself
The key to my health is locked in the limits that bind me

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Do you hear that?
With a year past I realized
The silence is too loud,
With quiet comes new sounds
Defying the truth now,
I’m trying to tune out, but still I hear that (hear that)

Flashback to a happy scene
1-5 years back, jetting to my friend with the trampoline
His uncle used to push drugs, fuck if I knew
I used to see him with the whip, saying sup to the crew
Guns busted just two blocks away from the crib
Without a second thought, fuck it’s just the way that I lived
Strange to a kid, who didn’t see the danger was real
B&E down the street while I played with my friends
Moved out for sixth grade, new school, I just bailed
First day, notice that everybody’s skin’s pale
Imagine me; goosebumps lay in my skin
Went from being a fake thug to the wanksta that’s weird
Reinvent myself, a new image to wear
And new friends to repair, for a way to fit in
Funny, I never saw it as a change when it happened
I mean to be at that age, being strange wasn’t practiced





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Do you hear that?
With a year past I realized
The silence is too loud,
With quiet comes new sounds
Defying the truth now,
I’m trying to tune out, but still I hear that (hear that)

Ten years later still in search of a niche
All this work just to help me try to learn to exist
What’s the purpose of this, when my hands point straight
To the sky what I’m asking is it worth it to live
That isn’t just some personal shit, or worrying tip
We got a lot people living that’s unsure of themselves
Wearing a mask full of confidence to hide the depression
Suppressing all of their colors until they die in rejection
And fear of accepting it got us blinded forever
Trying to settle on the normalcy that life has projected
But tell me, in that scenario who’s likely to tell em
The one’s objectifying others live a life that is sheltered?
Fuck it, a revolution is brewing but till that day starts
I’ll play off, and keep on working hard for this day job