I Am Elsewhere ft. Conductor Williams Lyrics

Conductor we have a problem

Conductor we have a problem

I'm a bad guy Lizard hands on fat thighs yeah

I'm a bad guy Lizard hands on fat thighs

Let's rewind, when I was 9

Believed I could fly

Dropped to these fine beats

Blowing trees just to distract me

My rhymes read like diaries

Divine deeds Aphrodite

Mastered rap in the 90's

Recall grade school in sepia tones

Didn't own no phones

Played sports with no coach

Rappers were our superhero's

Ghostface the star

Family lived out of a car

Mom was addicted to the hard

Allergies had me fucked up

Before I knew what drugs was

Lady in the church bus said my eyes was sus

Reason homie died joined the gang last season

When he got jumped in was pigeon chested and stopped breathing

No need for reflection just wish I could talk to my dead friends

Forgot the difference between alive or dead too much time spent waiting to die

Happiness a lie in my head

Shattered and battered her ladders to dreams that once mattered

Harm legacy is generational trauma passed down from my momma

Escaped to the high in the air in the sky

Wish I could hear sounds now but I'm in a different place now

Don't recognize my hometown

Gentrifiers complaining about being gentrified by the next wave

Everywhere you stand is soon to be replaced

A grave of what was once made on a grave of another grave

Another grave

Learned to behave what I did was a crime

Evil seeds grow to haunt you in due time

Only got robbed after I stopped selling go figure

When snitches said way too much, I pulled the trigger

Stayed working daily to keep Iller doubt in the comments all filler

No complacency no respite from my mind

Every time I feel lazy, I'm reminded that J Dilla cooked donuts despite dying

So, I can't complain when I got the luxury of time

Anxiety when I rhyme

Realign apprehension into art

I got the tools and the heart

Ready to write these bars

So, I sit on my ass like I'm Rosa Park

For what matters is deeper than art

Most things are a farce

Produce art they can imitate but not reproduce I laugh at the noose like Dostoyevsky

I take chances life a death sentence

It's risky to live so I live with conviction

I wait for God to breath capture wind on my lenses

Like Tarkovsky I mirror old sentiments

Only fear is that in time I develop more resentment