What You Want
What you want from me? Let me speak my piece
We know a war coming. I been seeking peace
Ain't no more running. I gotta sink my feet
Into the ground beneath me, that's how it all completes me
Been a musician so long, that's who I am, completely
Hell, if not for these songs... could heaven ever reach me
I shoud've spoke better, God I'm sorry
I should've known better. Nah, y'all, that makes me sorry
I ain't shit. Dealing with temptation
Old soul so bold, my letters are ancient
Words on a page amounting to painting
Countless images in our brains, so don't doubt this
Power of speech shrouded in the strangest fountains
Of youth, truth is: we all Moving Mountains
I'm Ushering my enemies, waving with a Bible - it's tidal
Not even Christian, my position still confuse the rivals
My homie told me - "Tony... you should pulled the rifle"
I said - "What's that about? Certainly not survival
Kill em' because he dissed me? Dawg that shit is spiteful
Long as I'm breathing you ain't leaving that in this cycle
See... I was at the gun range, targets hanging from the metal
I prayed to God, if I ever clap - it's at a devil
Aimed for third eye and I (I and I) let it go
Realize his just like mine as I reload... slow your roll
I was walking up and down the street
For like eight hours trying to make a thou' that week
Untill the police came around just hounding me
My manager was like - "It's cool. Pull out ID"
I said - "ID?... for fucking what? I did that in the past, I was harassed or they follwed us"
Z-Lock, DJ, y'all remember
These are embers of racism that really never splintered
Off of our society, now we suffer seven winters
But even through intermission, I've seen new missions enter
So fuck what you want from me. Hell nah
Tell me what you want for self! I thought I gave you my reel/Real
Your movie - still on the shelf
I don't got goals. They're like dreams inside of dreams
From my Inception, I've grown through each scene that I've scene
This is deeper than rap. We gotta speak to influence
Our people who treated unequal and they seeking improvements
Either pursue it - or we gon' have to fuck around and separate
Reparations, all that, like Chris Rock the Head of State
I'm dead awake. Meditating daily till I find the facts
We know a war coming. I been seeking peace
Ain't no more running. I gotta sink my feet
Into the ground beneath me, that's how it all completes me
Been a musician so long, that's who I am, completely
Hell, if not for these songs... could heaven ever reach me
I shoud've spoke better, God I'm sorry
I should've known better. Nah, y'all, that makes me sorry
I ain't shit. Dealing with temptation
Old soul so bold, my letters are ancient
Words on a page amounting to painting
Countless images in our brains, so don't doubt this
Power of speech shrouded in the strangest fountains
Of youth, truth is: we all Moving Mountains
I'm Ushering my enemies, waving with a Bible - it's tidal
Not even Christian, my position still confuse the rivals
My homie told me - "Tony... you should pulled the rifle"
I said - "What's that about? Certainly not survival
Kill em' because he dissed me? Dawg that shit is spiteful
Long as I'm breathing you ain't leaving that in this cycle
See... I was at the gun range, targets hanging from the metal
I prayed to God, if I ever clap - it's at a devil
Aimed for third eye and I (I and I) let it go
Realize his just like mine as I reload... slow your roll
I was walking up and down the street
For like eight hours trying to make a thou' that week
Untill the police came around just hounding me
My manager was like - "It's cool. Pull out ID"
I said - "ID?... for fucking what? I did that in the past, I was harassed or they follwed us"
Z-Lock, DJ, y'all remember
These are embers of racism that really never splintered
Off of our society, now we suffer seven winters
But even through intermission, I've seen new missions enter
So fuck what you want from me. Hell nah
Tell me what you want for self! I thought I gave you my reel/Real
Your movie - still on the shelf
I don't got goals. They're like dreams inside of dreams
From my Inception, I've grown through each scene that I've scene
This is deeper than rap. We gotta speak to influence
Our people who treated unequal and they seeking improvements
Either pursue it - or we gon' have to fuck around and separate
Reparations, all that, like Chris Rock the Head of State
I'm dead awake. Meditating daily till I find the facts
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Writer(s): Seth Anthony Dyer
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