Maybe Yu Were

It was late winter 2020
I did everything I could to prepare for what I knew was coming
Even the weather felt different
It's like the sun became my enemy

I always was a lover but whenever I felt like somebody pushed me to the edge
I became militant and strategic
I had a knack for music composition and other worldly knowledge
And brief military training on covert operations

Some people thought I was weird
Some people wanted to be by me at all times

But for whatever time we had left
I wanted to make the most of it

Even if it meant distancing myself from any and everybody who either sold out
Under our governments manipulative tactics or became incurably infected

You almost felt like you were chosen
And If the virus never reached you
Shit, why not
Maybe yu were

Exercising my reach at least give me that
Hand picking the ones I bring in so deep they'll never be back
Operations through observations I know you see where we at
This direction then that direction work hard to get to that plaque
Mommas attic then fathers basement, military bases and maps
Recreation from every statement we make a feast and relax
Feet reclining I keep reminding myself to keep the seat back
Grip the phone wit my right
Steer the car wit my left
Choosing sides, we keep loosing guys cuz he can't decide who gone crash
Claim ya money that stock is money you sell ya money thats cash
Take ya money then make ya money make greater money thats stacks
Changing on me keep change in on me don't save it for me thats trash
Bagging honey's so sweet Im scared for my teeth to not always last
Last is worst then you hear the verse where they say the first shall be last

WE the first and the last
GOD the first and the last
I'm the person at last
Thats the person that laughs

Exercising my reach at least give me that
Hand picking the ones I bring in so deep they'll never be back
Operations through observations I know you see where we at
This direction then that direction work hard to get to that plaque

Scratch the surface go past the surface burn through the hurt that we had
Left behind all that extra time I spent exercising my craft
Stretching time, I keep pressing mine to peak echelon where we at
Over here to make over ends where those older plans did not last

But I'm still

Exercising my reach at least give me that
Hand picking the ones I bring in so deep they'll never be back
Operations through observations I know you see where we at
This direction then that direction work hard to get to that plaque



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Moss
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