Backstage in Minneapolis

Lately, I don't feel a thang, mama
I'm Joe Swanson to the pain, mama
Tryna be a family guy, but I'm Bruce Wayne, mama
Cold-hearted, I can feel the ice up in my veins, mama
Once they take the feeling, there ain't nothing they can take, mama

My only saving grace was loving them anyway
I see 'em with they two cents, gettin' they pennies straight
Knock 'em down, nigga, I could do that shit any day
I feel icky, knowing I was playing they petty game

Now I'm lookin' at 'em like lil' bro
Just another misguided woman, she ain't a lil' hoe
Lately, I don't wallow, I just be gettin' a lil' low
Focus on the people around me that need a lil' hope

You punching me doin' zero damage
And I'm just watching you, knowing I got a big advantage
You all emotion, I get it, I used to be the same
But maybe if you tell me what's hurting, I probably understand it

I fuckin' love you, won't you understand it
Life is 'bout connection, my nigga, we take the stuff for granted
They like Israel, loading up another cannon
Bombing everything in sight, don't care where the fuck it's landing

So it's up to me to end the war
Drawing up a treaty when I could easily send the force
Cancelling the missiles, when I could easily let 'em soar
Putting down the AK's, knowing that I could let 'em off

I'm powerful beyond measure
Always giving grace, I got a lot extra
Hit you with a kind gesture
Just for you stab me in the back and I don't mind ever
Loving in this world that we live in is a blind effort

When I see 'em coming for me, do I get surprised? Never
Stepping to the sun, thinking they can make it shine lesser
Diamond in the ruff, shine better when applied pressure
Hope you get the lesson same day like I am prime member

Take away that heavy burden from you like it's my pleasure
Shoulder all the pain, still balling like I'm Prime Webber
Hoping that you tune in to this message like a signed letter
Live this shit like God sent ya, yeah

I don't feel the shots, I don't feel the jabs
Did you need something, you just gotta ask
I don't get jealous, never in my bag
Nothing really bothers me at all, that's what get 'em mad

Why you don't react? Tell 'em they was wrong
I left it up to God, the sprinter truckin' on
Don't you feel the pain? Honestly, I don't
Niggas still pissy over nothing and I let it go

I saw your actions, made some observations
I paid attention to your faces and your body language
I watch 'em struggle with themselves and they moods
They ain't never in control, like the ocean to the moon

Let it go, you win, if you hate 'em back, you lose
It's a battle for your soul, all the drama is a rouse
If you sittin' up depressed, and they see that you a mess
They forget the fight, what they really want is coming true

Smiling in the face of hate, something you could never take
Inner joy, even at my lowest I'ma levitate
Saw you pushing hella hate, you just look pathetic mate
Had to set the record straight, now let's sit and let it play