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[verse 1]
we got us a situation, divine innervation
a vida lo que hace nada, i’m waiting on resuscitation
crawling on out from the bas-m-nt
don’t fit in no standardized placement
felt like a felony telling me normal
i swore to be more than conformity
forming inside is a war in me
word to my lord ‘cause there’s more than a heaven and h-ll in me
bello, mi bello and i love myself but i don’t see no room for my pride on the shelf
well, i lied
there’s a lot going on deep inside of me, hiding in spite of me
writing outside of the line again, firing light in my mind again
finding i’m right ‘chea, so tell me where you?
heart on my sleeve and a part of my youth
part of me preaching but part of me losing my mind
a minority, doing my time of the season
so gimme a rhyme or a reason to die
i believe i want out of the trial and error that tie all together
i’m eying an air full of terrorists, scared that my era apparently heir of this
how we prepare for this? make ‘em aware that there’s more to the music than b-ss and a snare
i swear; i’ll take it from there
catching my breath
back in my room imagining death
trapping and rapping with what i got left
parents be fretting, parents be stressing

[bridge]
glory glory, hallelujah
money keep pouring in, how ya do it?
tell me, tell me what the h-ll ya think you’re doin with your life
you wasting time rapping, you got a d in this cl-ss!
why do you think that you be in this cl-ss?
hmmmm?

[hook]
i can hear opportunity knocking at my door
i can hear her footsteps walking across my floor
i can feel all these things i’ve never felt before
never had a doubt, never thought about what this means to you
sorry i got different dreams than you
but i’mma make you proud, i’mma make you proud

[verse 2]
she said that i love you no matter what
no matter you do bad or batter up
add it up, and summin get
subliminal love that a mother give
so mama i thank you for raising me right
and for praising me despite all the craziest nights
calling me, yelling and waking me up
i gotta tell her i’m picking up all the pieces
no more of falling to pieces or sitting around on my -ss
and hitting the town, not p-ssing a cl-ss
crazy; mama no more am i lazy
swore i ain’t trynna be jay z
swear that my music is there to be used as therapy
dare to be different than what i been choosing
cruising now; no room to compare me to nothing
can’t compare me to nothing
and they can talk about way they walk it out when they walk it out
they ain’t walking talk if they say they don’t love their moms
word is bond, shout joey aich on that one, till my word is gone
and that’s truth
and that’s truth
and that’s truth

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