One Moor Day
This one for all them they's
Often nameless
Lost and aimless
Tossed astray
Fit the frame when critics say
Yo skin is dangerous
Entertainment slave trade
Victim to the melee
If we ain't dying then we defying odds
Somehow the white man still get paid
Off all of that
Act like a fool and they hype you up
Speak the truth they say fall back
Thats why my mood more fuck the system
I don't want the shit if it ain't black
Cuz if it ain't black
Then it ain't that
And i cant even bat an eye at it
Time travel when i reminisce
Get nostalgic when on nigga shit
Sunday summers at my granny crib
Me my cousins cramped up on a twin
All us yelling when we get a whipping
Eat the watermelon with the chicken
Couldn't leave the table til your food was finished
Last one done had to do the dishes
Its a lesson in that
You a fool to miss it
But the way this shit loop
I feel like i can speak
Make the music listen
I think i look at influence different
Like fuck what you say
What you doin nigga
Fuck what you got
What you doin with it
Niggas'll fumble the gift over foolishness,
I knew my efforts would be more fortuitous
If i just did what i does when i do the shit
Shift all my efforts to making a difference and always improving shit
Seen niggas turn on they fam
Just to click up wit Judases
Wish they had known what i known when i knew da shit
This my leap year
Jumping over the moon with it
Hooligan birthing a new revolution
Wit God as the tutor
Thats true evolution
So ain't shit you can do
Ain't gone cry about it
I got one mo day
One mo day
Ain't gone argue bout it
I want no more pain
No more pain
Pour up drank
And i'm,and i'm
And i'm
Still surviving off prayers that my mama had made
Cant take the credit
I'm blessed and its evident
That i'm a product of grace
God is amazing
Hard to complain when you free to roam
Niggas in cages cant see they folks
Some seen the maker they dead and gone
My lil check be gone fore' i get it
But i be straight
Contemplate giving up
Cuz life's easy
Living's tough
Question myself on the daily
Like should i even give a fuck
Whole world gone digital
Harder to tell whats the facts from the fictional
When you do everything you've been conditioned to
I don't even get wanna get into it
Ain't gone cry about it
I got one mo day
One mo day
One mo day
Ain't gone argue bout it
I want no more pain
No more pain
Pour up drank
Often nameless
Lost and aimless
Tossed astray
Fit the frame when critics say
Yo skin is dangerous
Entertainment slave trade
Victim to the melee
If we ain't dying then we defying odds
Somehow the white man still get paid
Off all of that
Act like a fool and they hype you up
Speak the truth they say fall back
Thats why my mood more fuck the system
I don't want the shit if it ain't black
Cuz if it ain't black
Then it ain't that
And i cant even bat an eye at it
Time travel when i reminisce
Get nostalgic when on nigga shit
Sunday summers at my granny crib
Me my cousins cramped up on a twin
All us yelling when we get a whipping
Eat the watermelon with the chicken
Couldn't leave the table til your food was finished
Last one done had to do the dishes
Its a lesson in that
You a fool to miss it
But the way this shit loop
I feel like i can speak
Make the music listen
I think i look at influence different
Like fuck what you say
What you doin nigga
Fuck what you got
What you doin with it
Niggas'll fumble the gift over foolishness,
I knew my efforts would be more fortuitous
If i just did what i does when i do the shit
Shift all my efforts to making a difference and always improving shit
Seen niggas turn on they fam
Just to click up wit Judases
Wish they had known what i known when i knew da shit
This my leap year
Jumping over the moon with it
Hooligan birthing a new revolution
Wit God as the tutor
Thats true evolution
So ain't shit you can do
Ain't gone cry about it
I got one mo day
One mo day
Ain't gone argue bout it
I want no more pain
No more pain
Pour up drank
And i'm,and i'm
And i'm
Still surviving off prayers that my mama had made
Cant take the credit
I'm blessed and its evident
That i'm a product of grace
God is amazing
Hard to complain when you free to roam
Niggas in cages cant see they folks
Some seen the maker they dead and gone
My lil check be gone fore' i get it
But i be straight
Contemplate giving up
Cuz life's easy
Living's tough
Question myself on the daily
Like should i even give a fuck
Whole world gone digital
Harder to tell whats the facts from the fictional
When you do everything you've been conditioned to
I don't even get wanna get into it
Ain't gone cry about it
I got one mo day
One mo day
One mo day
Ain't gone argue bout it
I want no more pain
No more pain
Pour up drank
Credits
Writer(s): Nicholas Drake
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