Why I Don't Call (... from blood)

I should've seen it coming
Familiar scene incoming
So wide divided, I'm sober minded in beef with cousins
They my family, my aunt and uncle, my granny
Will probably say they want the best for me
"Be the shit that I can be"
Hollow words
For the birds
See the bullshit from that perch
Y'all don't even practice what you preach
Look at that pulpit in the church
Y'all should be happy when I make it
Y'all should be smiling when I flourish
Instead of like acting fucking salty
Acting like God had made you cursed
For the first example
I got ample
More than a instant
More than a handful
It was my first year
Living on campus
Pray I'm not owing
Looking like Candace, you
Congratulate, with a tad of hate and wild sarcastic
"It must be affirmative action
Fuck it, you got there like charity basket"
Like I ain't the one who had earned it
Like I ain't the one who deserved it
No idea the idea the shit I sacrificed
Like I ain't the one who had secured it
Is it bitterness or is it jealousy
Does it fill your soul and make you nervous
But I been wasting my patience
And y'all be wasting my service
Click

Leave it all at the beep
Only get the dial tone
Better yet save your speech
Nigga don't call me or try my phone
I think I'll cope and I gave up hoping that you might atone
This can't be the type of shit that I condone
'Cause I know y'all know better and I'm so fed up
Y'all be loud and wrong
And y'all won't let up
Ou just the nerve and the gall
And you fucking wonder why I never call

Blood is it thicker than
Color of niggas skin
I'm trying to hold on to this planet that I'm spinning in
I listen to Donny Hathaway and I need me a path, a way
To a new edition
Improve the conditions we living in
I hit up Alexis
Love her like she is my step-sis
She tell me she writing a checklist
Really a call to white parents in essence
As I am reading it
Watch it get publish in Medium
Had a single thought immediate
I got racists in my family and I been way too lenient, yeah
Believe me I'm adamant
Never needed graduate
Degree. For what? To see that y'all be preaching y'all don't practice shit
I gotta cut them blood lines that's in my veins like stabbing wrists
That's exactly what I need
What I kneed like a Kaepernick
The police could kill me, you silent
You running away like New Balance
But when it's looting you threaten shooting
Your lips ain't clipped and you violent
I'm tired of fighting my family
My humanity worth a riot
So if you choose to keep my phone number
Do me favor please don't dial it

Leave it all at the beep
Only get the dial tone
Better yet save your speech
Nigga don't call me or try my phone
I think I'll cope and I gave up hoping that you might atone
This can't be the type of shit that I condone
'Cause I know y'all know better and I'm so fed up
Y'all be loud and wrong
And y'all won't let up
Ou just the nerve and the gall
And you fucking wonder why I never call



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Writer(s): Damon Hart
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