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letra de multiply - corbin butler

[verse 1]
follow your intuition, that’s your inner god, breathe, listen
i’m lost in my thoughts, my path, all of my inhibitions
them breathing exercises i learned is pretty efficient, and d-mn
how i’m arguing with this bin-itch who know everything but don’t know shin-it
he not dead, but we lost ye
beat blue now we numb to the pain
i’m searching for a deeper meaning or more of a reason or a rush that hit like that heroin my cares gone i’m not sane
world i’m in not pretty and giftwrapped
bound to get hit better strengthen your chinstrap
black queen held me down when i was on my last, the voice of my grandmama forever echo in ear
black beautiful sis i would be remiss if i ain’t mention your gifts and all of your strengths
you held a mirror and i duck the reflection
you wanted me to see god one day i’ll learn my lesson
need a win somehow dog i’m really stressing
maybe one day i’ll pray about it and count my blessings

[hook]
still ten toes down i done seen some lows now
i done seen some things that’ll make a n-gga go wild
i don’t wanna grow up living like a grown child
po’ up for the bro sh-t i done lost some folks now
kept it pushin coulda broke down
real ones they don’t die they multiply
so if i go today you ain’t even gotta cry
outkast like my sign aquemini
been a vibe, yeah

[verse 2]
we living superficial my generation is trash
communication a sk!ll i feel that most of use lack
since 9/11 anxiety driven past
attacking the subconscious we livin’ up on the edge
void filling wanting something we never had
gravitate towards concepts of the greener grass
i’m afraid to vent i keep sh-t bottled in
i don’t wanna be a burden or feel like less a man
seen footage of my hero dying on the gram
murdered in cold blood, they shot ‘em in the head
murder normalized, desensitized to keep it real
got the kids going thru a school shooter drill
we walk around with trauma we never knew we had
passed thru slavery cycles hard to attack
my n-ggas envy me growing up with a mom and dad
the fact i’m an anomaly kinda sad
socioeconomic factors set us back
marginalizin’ ideas of what it means to be black
you can’t keep no bad b-tch unless you got the cash
different when the relationships is transactional

- corbin butler

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