Violent Times (11) Lyrics

It's getting dark outside

A lightworker just tryna see his art outside

Shining

But they steady tryna tear us apart outside

So I'm grinding inside like Kai

My chi I'm stacking it high

They wondering why

Because it's some violent times outside

Wake me up when you're ready

Talk solid

But most are just paper thin like confetti

If you weren't you'd be who you look up to

And you'd see that it's you

Believe it it's true

No lies

Unlike the people that's treating your food

Heavy subject

Skip if you don't want it

Your mind is being controlled

It's crazy to think it

Trust me it's hard to let you know

They stole Yeezy soul

But the spirit won't go

And the story's forever told

So I'm letting go

Lord take control

Allah is love all that I know

It's the anniversary of the march

But I'm asking a million times like why is October so cold

I'm saging

Meditating and praying

Mama like incense now I guess

All it took was some patience

Grandee just walked in with a prayer rug

I put it in the air

Just a thought

And then there God goes again

Something real simple

You ask for what you get

Want a diamond

But don't know the value of crystals

You can't shine if you never break a sweat

A rapper with asthma

Like a fucking monk w Tourette's

If you're not an angel you're a demon probably

Don't matter you claim that you're Godly

I'm sorry I don't know the politics

And no I don't say wallahi

My word is my bond

At least most of the time

Fuck this time shit

Confession it's been pressing on my mind

Like these violent crimes

Against my kind

Not only the bodies

But also the minds

So many people

Oh so focused on a dime

That's a bar

So imma let that sit

Like what if it's just us

Who cares

I know that seems fucked up

But if nobody else does

God does

And what's w the fuck Trump

That's the best that you got

I love my brothers

But I ain't never heard nobody get at Barack

Like shit y'all focused on judgment

During the day of judgment

You can't judge somebody else for doing what they want

And you still just

Fuck it

Check on your strong friends

Sometimes I still wish that I had more friends

For me to be on the front lines

Oh man I know hell is scorching

Let today be a day of atonement

At least do your best

I know it's hard

But if you gon say it

At least say it with your chest

Don't be proud of me be happy for me

I'll never go back to the old me

And I'll never be the grown me

Because I'm always growing

Man I love poetry