THE DAYS AFTER Lyrics

An artist's duty, as far as I'm concerned, is to reflect the times

I think that is true of painters, sculptors, poets, musicians

I, as far as I'm concerned, it's their choice

I'm so over it swear it's getting on my nerves

Rolling up this herb for the bridges that I've burned in this life

Will I ever really get what I deserve

This goes out to all the bitches that I had to curve

This goes out to all the lessons that I had to learn

Focused on the vision, even when the lines were blurred

Still I yearn, all this paper I'mma earn

From making music, all I gotta do is drop a verse

Very blessed, highly favoured, I'mma take em all to church

They knew that it was in me since birth

Like planting a seed in the dirt, know your worth in this world

Don't forget to put your own feelings first

Don't forget to pray when you alone and it hurts

It's all within, so there's no need to search

With these songs won't be long, till I'm roaming the earth

With her in my arms, been apart for some years

So my treble on the baseline, cause you know we all need the percs

I just give my all, so we ball and return

Niggas falling off, it's a cause for concern

Fuck waiting in line, cause we all wanna turn

Wait for yours, I waited for mine

All I see is START, when I see a STOP sign

Cause homie what I do is ART, I don't need no cosign

I can tell em apart, they be playing both sides

But I choose to reflect, the times and the situations in which I find myself

That to me is my duty

And at this crucial time in our lives, when everything is so desperate

When everyday is a matter of survival

Life moving faster, moving faster

I'ma make it rain, hurricane, natural disaster

The days after, focused on what really matters

Tell em fuck the snakes, only ladders

Niggas love to hate, cut the chatter

But it don't even matter either way

Laughter, that's all I really got for all the hate

I'm moving past it, cause what's the point of tripping over shit that happened last year

Better days, moving on to greener pastures

They see me on stage, but don't mistake me for no actor

I'm a class act, I ain't your typical rapper

I'm not in my prime, this is just another chapter

They ain't making moves, so they all turn into dancers

Moonwalking, got these niggas moving backwards

Life is what I'm tryna master, tryna find my balance

But we doing good, if you ask us

All you gotta do is tap in

You can keep the beef, cause the salad's what I'm having, simply organic

But I ain't the type to duck from a challenge

Prayed up, cause I know that all the demons attacking

I stay up, making music, I just treat it like practice

I'm up in the attic

Going off and it's automatic

I got no baggage

But you'll find me with the baddest

God got me so there's no need to panic

I don't think you can help but be involved

I don't think you have a choice

How can you be an artist and not reflect the times

That to me is the definition of an artist