FAR. (feat. Aidan Sweet)

Bismillah

I was raised by
Ex-cons with bullet scares
They wasn't missionaries, but they would try to show you your God
We was visionaries, but our dreams seemed so far
In the winter time, we ain't have coats, gloves, or scarves
At night, I would sit up, and look up at the stars
And pray the Mothership knew I was lost, and I was far
But the struggle, seems to be the most beautiful thing of all
I'm 5'11, and wallahi, every inch I stood tall
It's sad, I gotta walk around gripping this firearm
If I blast it, you Mike Jackson, they getting you off the wall
It just Don'd on me, like these hoop shorts that's seven hunnid
Allah shine on me, Alhamdulillah, who really want it
It's the, extraterrestrial, always make a spectacle
Bullets direct to garment when me and the homies pressing you
Tell you, play it cool while we holding the heat next to you
It's y'all who was tripping, my grace is exceptional

I said, it's y'all who was tripping, my grace is exceptional

Uh, I'm sure that when Black children can look, and see that there was a king
That was Black with wooly hair, just like them
Who ruled over an empire larger than the United States
Like Mali was larger than the United States
Then certainly I can run a candy store in the block where I live successfully
Or certainly, I can uh, go to school and become an engineer

Three generations within my own family, why don't you know what I'm like
What is it so new that you gotta learn
Cause my grandfather was born, you know, he's ninety
My mother was ready for integration
You know, she's a middle class negro
Now all of a sudden you come to me, and you, you say
You know, uh, communicate with me
Hell I've been here all the time, where were you
No what do I have to say to you
The most advanced nation in the world
It has to be resolved, it has to be resolved
Because I want my children to have an answer
If not me, I personally prefer that I have an answer, you know
I don't have, you know, I'd like to think I don't have my lifetime to waste on this