Sketches

Producers made this record for me but it's more for Lamar
He like to speak about the world talk about where we are
I like to rockstar smash a rapper like a guitar
I need grow up talk to these children the future tomorrow
How do that, when people want that who rap
Do it for paper or go back to the do rap
Covering waves when folks was still like do you rap
It's like I sold my soul to the devil for boombap
Remember talking to dad bout life I live, Time I give, not much conducive to kids
On the phone until at night, catch a flight rock a mic to keep on the lights
I watch tv with no sound on, its a milestone for me to 34, black skin makes police think I broke the law
And it ain't like that everywhere, but I got a son and I'm trying to be here, for him

Sketches, of life lessons, don't live reckless
Trying to reach the nexus, transportation glass Lexus
Should've been less rebellious, maybe I would've wrecked less
A slave so many whips and chains I feel helpless
Perspective, don't abandon the first directive, family, culture
Have to be more perceptive

So many things I need to tell my daughter
Mistakes I made choices that scared her mother
Cuz every daughter born is destined to marry her father
I gotta break the cycle. And my son wants to be like Michael
Same name gotta be a more responsible idol
Trying to do that while a murderer who kills every rival
For the government or through this written music recital
Reading psalms every night pages turn in the Bible, pray for survival
Trying to be the fittest, sipping on Guinness doing the best to numb my senses
I swear this shit is senseless eyes blinded lime lenses
Brothers slay each other then degrade our black sisters
How we audacious enough to call ourselves winners
When we all sinners praying to god for forgiveness
No more table scraps grown man eat dinner
Give you the real you know I'm never a pretender

Sketches, of life lessons, don't live reckless
Trying to reach the nexus, transportation glass Lexus
Should've been less rebellious, maybe I would've wrecked less
A slave so many whips and chains I feel helpless
Perspective, don't abandon the first directive, family, culture
Have to be more perceptive



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Dowd
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