[Dimes]
Martin Luther said peace, sometimes the little way is big though
X said by any means, kill a nigga for Nintendo's
We the people, they said, were created all equal
Words written with the thought of mind that we ain't even people
Man I don't even break the law,
Except occasional, grass slate is naked boy
But still I rate and all this ingrown hate is boiled
To the brim and overflow
Tears are tumbling, stomach rumbling, hungry for revenge and oh
Well is what they tell me?
Police are there to help me
Tell me why I feel this fear, and those blue lights overwhelm me
Why I sit up straight, clear my throat and speak as white as possible
English major responsible for why I drop ebonics from
My voice I lose some bass
My dignity is stripped from me, stare at his blank face
Sir can I see some identity?
Put on that corporate smile, but got on the jay's and fitted
Yeah just follow the instructions, pushing luck brings larger tickets

If you could make it happen would you?
Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental
The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through
Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think
If you could make it happen would you?
Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental
The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through
Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think

His credentials, he's only spit on Misogyny
Where does he fit in with lyrics that's not as hot as these
Counterparts of his, cause Eedee there ain't no stopping he
Dimes is on the come up, DGAF is in the driver seat
Somewhere in the middle, he's a riddle, Edward Nigma
Started when back to the topic set the canvas for the picture
Of a kid with real potential, yet he didn't have a fixture
Or the outfit of the outlet broke and left, there was a flicker
All these schemes of something bigger, it's the pen that is my trigger
Not to harm another person, but in hopes that it delivers
The success that I envision, not in rapping but in scriptures
Getting awards nominations, winning Oscar for my rigor
But the worlds this heinous mixture, hate and spite creates the quitter
Now the Christian sips his liquor, husband and wifey tries to hit her
If the earth it turns against you, nothings new I guess it figures
Sell your morals while it's thicker, America loves the sinner

If you could make it happen would you?
Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental
The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through
Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think
If you could make it happen would you?
Start from beginning pick the pen up push the mental
The instrumental is flowing but won't get you through
Obstacles try to stop you but the problem is really you, think

They hear the work, where the love at?
They said you’ll make it with a catch, where the glove at?
You either sacrifice your time, or your health
In the end, all you’ll have is your rhymes and yourself

Been at it for two years, we put in the wait
Kevin Ware, Paul George, we’re looking for breaks
Keep it cooking, I dream, you see the crooks run
You know my mob deep; all I see is shook ones
Treat a song like a cop, it’s robbery
Cause honestly, I don’t need a reason for the beat, call me Rodney King
In a position where I question myself
Should I focus on the music or the message I dealt
Check the catalogue; I was so eager to start
I couldn’t back-up, hands up! Easy to guard
Fast-forward I fast tracked, from boring
To forming a crew, foreign to you, and never back tracked
Black cap, hoodie black, like I caught a race charge
Other rappers never see the race start, Ray Charles
In the booth, where equality just isn’t the spot
Cause we discriminate on writtens, what you spitting or not
If it’s hot, and you killing it, we fucking with you
But if it’s not, then it’s simple, get the fuck out the booth
Keep it coming the truth spills, I’m mentally fragile
Criminally crippled by the system I back down
Where soldiers overseas are fighting people for hope
Or so they tell us, and let us believe we’re leaving em though
But starting wars without a reason isn’t feasible, so
They keeping peace across the sea but couldn’t keep it at home
See hypocrisy in that? Police probably do
But instincts probably shoot ‘fore they call the kettle black
Fuck it, I’ll stay in my lane
Keep playing the game
But someone’s taking the blame, when I snap and that’s it