Fin

What you don't understand
Is that your voice is naturally beautiful
So even your ugly tones are beautiful
And you've gotta understand that about your instrument
And you've gotta accept that
So when you're making an effect
It's still going to come off beautiful
To us okay
So don't think
Oh I sound horrible
I sound horrible
I sound horrible
Because all you're doing is cutting yourself at the
Knees the thighs the hips the torso
And then you're down
And then we don't get anything out of you right
Just stand firm that
I'm great
I'm great
I'm great
Okay just keep telling yourself you're great

Uh
Since Canary was smoking Camels
My fam damage was ample
Our luck was tampered
Our trials are vials in a double-blind
Random samples
But love wasn't trampled
Don't tell us what we can't do
Fire on both sides of the endless candle
Losing my vitamin D
My complexion getting lighter by week
Holed up secretly making fire beats
I've fully realized my luxury
This what the Pharoah felt in his pyramid scheme
The anguish was my lucky daye
How it was painted
The sanguine
Mr. glass half empty is what they're saying
Happens to be on full tanking while they're tanking
Blaming everything but themselves for their placement
I've fucked up like a thousand opportunities
So some things I can't ruin with impunity
But you can't count me out
And you can't cut me off like Kunta
When I'm back to my feet so fluidly
I can't do nothing but smile
When I think of the misfortune I ain't thought of in awhile
My mental in so many portions
From plans to scheduling to expectations
To reservations to complications to limitations
I'm so worried that in the future I won't make it
That I forget for two decades I've made it
Ain't that amazing
Keep that in mind the next time you hesitating
That shit is liberating

This shit is Wishy Washi
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This shit is Wishy Washi
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This shit is Wishy Washi
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Last time I checked
I was up one lap
Now I write poetry for me and homies
It ain't easy to know me no cap
Guard ya head hold yo heart
Home alone like Macaulay Culkin
Like last year was different as fuck
I made a whole career off giving things up
Now I feel that it wasn't enough
Even though I was given enough
Ain't adding to the convo much
Reading Greek plays
Eating subway
La vie rose on replay
Meanwhile the whole year went to shit before my album could breathe
Well now I can create in peace
But my mind is on no justice no peace
And how do I fit in the seems
When it seems I've been so tired of speaking on these things
Honestly I can't go no further without this speech
Four albums was set to release before this was thought of
There's no punchline
I just thought that you should know
This year fiscally has been it for me
Meanwhile I'm losing everything personally
I was told to speak politically
But am I making the soundtrack for police brutality?
I mean these buzzwords would work for virtue-signaling
But these topics I can't fit organically
So many topics to keep mentioning
Is speaking on social media's a necessity?
No one cares of what's going on mentally
This isn't an effort for redeeming me
For not expressing my pains lyrically
But ask around I was mad
Can you imagine
When my mother calls me
Shouting from inside her car
As riots play out around her market
We cant walk to the store without being harassed
And now we can't go to the store cause it's trashed
Trashed by my own
Trashed by people who feel that they're wronged
Mad at the fact that no amount of a song
Can bring any of their Son's home
Can bring Breonna Taylor back home I swear

This shit is Wishy Washi
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This shit is Wishy Washi
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This shit is Wishy Washi
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This shit is Wishy Washi
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Damn it the damage I watched my family endure
Not even Cameron Flaisch could've canvassed
This makes people manic
Panicked with PTSD
It feels like you planned it
Planted drugs and abandoned
When the addicts were famished
I gotta hand it to Reagan
The way he spanned it
From Cali to Detroit to the Land
If marijuana was amended
People would be out of prison
And not the victim of a system
That would rather give jail time
For a chance to revisit
Then to educate with their wisdom
Between the prices and fatherless pride
After it all subsides
To fail is statistically high
We're bailed by a system that tries
But government spending
With no directions
Blind leading the blind
But who am I to speak on things
When I've been seen as though I take in stride
Nothings black and white
Everything's grey
Wishy Washi
No one deliberates
Sacrificing communication
For safe spaces
Lying to my people on what to make it
So I'll stand at protests
But my voice is as drowned out as Maya Angelou caged in
Thinking that my voice would cause harm in most cases
But then I'm drawn to those tracings
Like Moss with a bullet from Brady
Fixated on changing what's outdated for this nation
Looks it all Wishy washi
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This shit is Wishy Washi
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This shit is Wishy Washi
This shit is Wishy Washi