Rebel

Thought I was gonna be the good guy
Studied hard
Went to college
Got a good job
But I saw too much

I found out from the sidelines that I was too different to ever hide
So I guess the gig is up

But you won't put my pen down
You can't take my pen now
No, I'm running so fast cause the change never lasts here

Rather be an outlaw living like a nomad
Then to get a dream deferred like 1951
Nope

Time time time
Is running out

I can't spend my life trying to figure simple shit out
Man we built this country why you still trying to shoot us
Take the struggle call it culture
You feel hype yeah you feel like a rebel
Don't you feel wanted
So you feel wanted

I'm still chasing the American Dream
Is it hiding or did it take a plane overseas

Attention passengers when we descend into the new normal
What the fuck is the old normal it ain't never been normal, no

Time time time
Is running out

And you still don't want to address the situation

So I gotta bounce
An exodus to save my self from drowning

Melanin Fresh no I am not pressed but this is a mess

I'm a take my struggle make it culture get you hype bet
You feel like a rebel

Don't you feel wanted
So you feel wanted

Underground since Harriet
Y'all ain't gonna bury us
Underground since

I have a question why you try to do Beyonce like that?
Oh you know I gotta go and ex-pat



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Writer(s): Sean Bradford
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