acceptance

I'm young and able so why not turn life into a fable
I got some free will but not much because I'm black
But that doesn't mean I'm unable
I've been ensorcelled on this one person for so long
It's made me turn tables
But hold on

Got my whole life on a round table
Devil chooses a card and selects my death
I might turn that into a label
Yet didn't really grow up with real cable
That fire stick was very stable
I'm like Waddles and Wendy but I've always actually been Mabel
I mean, I've been able to form a future with my self but this life ain't such a fable
Let's be honest, we all have a truth to tell but niggas think were all unstable

At the brink of disparity, uh, I lack his therapy
I speak in pure clarity, I like to rap on violin melodies
I'd hate to die over a cross, start a religion
Immortality, new boss given a man his self-charity
While niggas act like gummies no life saver
Niggas record everything hold on lemme get my screen saver
Got it engraved on my grave, looking more fucked than Flavor Flav' (uh)
You better kill him now, you'd be doing society a favor
Yeah, you know
That was my 10th and last therapist
8 mixed niggas chilling in a group, yeah that's called an embarrassment
7 years before I was born I would've been considered a ruralist
Currently am, at 6 I was teaching adults how to be a moralist
5 years old, whole class looking at me like I was illiterate
Now look at me now, accepting the fact that I'm great yet indifferent
Battled an entire war in my head, I was very belligerent
You know?

I'm going through acceptance (acceptance)
Counted all my rainbows (my rainbows)
I know my power is within me (within me)
I got scars (I got scars too)
I'm going through acceptance

I've gone through acceptance counted my rainbows, not my thunderstorms
Power comes with great responsibility with also some discolored forms
Everyone has scars but not everyone has continuous thorns
You know
I've gone through acceptance counted my rainbows, not my thunderstorms
Power comes with great responsibility with also some discolored forms
Everyone has scars but not everyone has continuous thorns

So many heartbreaks and mistakes I've slept off in my bed time
So many earthquakes and "poundcakes" I've looked at like they're dimes
I realized, I don't want a city girl, I want someone that knows what their doing
With their life like It's full time
I've fallen so much and got back up even at the worse times
I've been homeless before with everything to lose in the meantime
Life is so messed up It's like, organized crime within summertime paradigms
Oh shit, ain't it suppertime?
I'm fucked this shit up like it's my last few seconds of overtime
I'm talking to much lemme cut the fat
I've been in hibernation collecting my thoughts in different habitats
Go ahead you can clap for that
Fine, I'll give you something to clap at
After all that, I've accepted who I am with crooked smiles and hardhats
And one last time, I'll cry for them just to show that I'm always someone to love at
Go ahead, you can clap for that