BUTTERFLY. Lyrics

Well

Too young to die old

Too old to act young

Too scared to be free

My ancestors, hung

Masonic oak tree

I'd like to believe

The blood on the leaves

Message received

So, if I don't text you back, I'm dealing with grief

(My daddy told me)

Get home before the street lights hit the concrete

But, I couldn't see, he did it for me, yeah

He did it all for me

I think that I'm going crazy

Maybe I'm not, though (Maybe I'm not though)

Stuck in a pothole

Butterfly in a room full of daisies (Butterfly, yeah)

And where will I go?

Don't know where I'll go

Lost poems

Brother did ten years, what's the motive?

They rather hate a nigga, than promote 'em

Now, he spending life in penitentiaries

For centuries, we done tried to blame it on the industry

Or blame it on the chemistry

When do we gain the dignity

I need to see consistency

Keep that same energy

Driving cars without keys

Could've spent that on some property

Now, he claiming poverty

How can it be?

I think that I'm going crazy

Maybe I'm not, though (maybe I'm not, though)

Stuck in a pothole

Butterfly in a room full of daisies (butterfly, yeah)

And where will I go?

Don't know where I'll go