Stripes Lyrics

Look

I stare in the flame 'till it burn me

No, the pain never hurt me

Any chains couldn't hold me

With the pen

Know I'm telling my story

'Least that's what they told me

I'm on the front lines

If they're tryna front

Both the pick of the litter

And the runt

Tryna make more tracks

For the hunt

Now they're hearing me pray

'Cos my soul been sunk

Tell me what you really do with your big dreams?

Can you turn a sickness to sixteens?

Are they telling you to picture the big screens?

Tell me, does it cut deep when the ink bleeds?

Do you get respect?

Are you introspective?

Getting played by the cards you dealt with

Am I crazy to start the engine?

No plan, so we go direct

I call that directing

I'm my own Edgar Wright

Catch me at the world's end

Ready for the night

You think anything left will make it right?

Am I cold hearted

Or just sick of the fight?

Need a glimpse of the darkness

To hint at the bright

Well that's life in a nutshell

More love for the cloth

When you're cut well

I know trusting in God is a gamble

I rearrange it to find angles that suit me

Assuming that I can spit truth on the streets

And the yutes with the heat don't shoot me

Or maybe I be ripping a beat

While the lables are weak

And a suit in a suit try use me

Maybe

Nobody give me the time of day

'Cos these night time vibes got a price to pay

Uh

When the sun sets

That's the perfect setting

Counting your stripes like earning blessings

Counting your stripes like

No room for regretting in a past life

I wanna stand out

I'm feeling on standby

Give a fuck 'bout the odds

Let a man try

Uh

I know it's stacked against

They defending their throne

So I crack the fence

Pick a side then

Tell me who you riding for?

Fuck your wrist piece

This a time of war

Uh

I hope you're stepping up

Or get left

And then fed the dust

I wanna talk about trust

I know people that got a little issue

Hey, no judgement

Turning their back and they miss you

I know you wanna confront it

Trying to see all the facts

Is it black, is it white?

No, the sight rose tinted

Building a picture from fragments

Never really shows how the love went missing

You gotta be holistic

If keeping it real isn't realistic

That shit that you feel

Then you need to keep it

Deaf ears make us defeated

That's real

Nobody knows you like you do

So who you tryna get through to?

Don't fight

And never count on the value of stripes