Window

Aye run it up
Uh run it up
Aye, yeah
Uh, ok
See it's Hard not to be bitter
When pitted against niggas
Whos's lyrical since pitiful
Literally the pinnacle
Y'all should tunnel your vision to
A Clydesdale visual
Riding with stallions
In unstable relationships
Going for the most extremes
Like Kenny Blankenship
Something niggas my
Age would get
You could die a thousand ways but
What you take from it
Better yet what you leaving
Could something ever be
Made from it
Could you even conceive it
Reasons
Niggas upset with seeing
Their own begging and pleading
Oppressor
Get off my neck
I'm caving under pressure
Angry black man
Never the aggressor
Never win if you don't put in effort
It's been kind of stressed but lately

I've been looking out the window
And I don't really like
I don't really like what I see
Oh
I've been looking out the window
I don't really like
I don't really like what I see
Uh
I won't even talk about the potus
Fuck it
Nigga I am not your loyal subject
Strip his title while we're on the Subject
Idolize him but you hide in public
Cowards
It's not about his voice
But those he represents without one
You may speak with you don't speak For me
And respect my opinion equally
Question Your Privilege frequently
Living up to your decency
Feel like Tyrese like
What more do you want
Or need from
We could be living equally
Quit ignoring my story
Excluded from the majority
Partly cuz I'm minority but
Partially cuz I'm poor and theres no Remorse For these walking corpses
All this open land
My people deserve a portion
My niggas were turned to orphans
Their fathers left them with all this
How can they answer their calling
The system was never flawless
Targets aim at our hearts
Even in our apartment
No lives matter if ours
Not important, ofcourse but

I've Been Looking Out My Window
And I don't really like
What I see



Credits
Writer(s): Roy Martin Iii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link