Collapsed Surroundings

Watch my surroundings, they collapsing and colliding
Our safe-spaces been gentrified
Automated disgraces displace us like a homicide
A dollar-breath I can't stop breathing
And niggaz won't stop peeling
The surfaces of death that made them ostracized
Just in case of my demise
I know we strangers, but still got love for you, nigga
Either you broke or 6 figures
Keep pushing, run it, think bigger
Believe in faith, a believer would never kneel
In front of triggers, I defuse them and resignify them
Guess this type of shit just made me mad slicker
And if you talk behind my back that means that I'm ahead
I sense it, but perhaps instead of talking shit
I turn the other cheek
My energy is worth a stack, you aint got change for that
These bars are therapy
For niggaz in a state of a constant progressive healing
No tylenol needed
When your soul is the part that's bleeding
I hope it aint't leaking
A soul dies long before the body has the chance to realize
No pain should be romanticized
Cause skepticism never led to solid answers
But speculations and theories
That led to nothing but nowhere
Like questioning your value and self-worth
I guess you jumping straight to the 3rd act, huh
Life imitates art, that's why I paint the finest pictures
I'm the orchestrator of my own blessings
My own lessons, my time precious
I might invest it in stocks and recoup eternity
No wonder why it should be me
But dreaming big was never free
Cause you're born looking like your dad
But die looking like your decisions
It's fucked up when they broke
But keep saying you're lacking vision
Your moves be calculated, precise like a heart incision
Providers need provision though

One two step
One two step
Oh one two step (My surroundings)
One two step (Been collapsing and colliding)
Oh one two step
One two step
One two step
One two
One two
One two step

One two step
Oh one two step (Our safe spaces been gentrified)
One two step
Oh one two step (My surroundings been collapsing and colliding)
One two step
Oh one two (Our safe spaces)
One two (been gentrified)
One two step, oh (gentrified)

Aye, aye living ain't easy
You know what i'm sayin
Most of us spend more than 90% of our lives
Just tryna survive
Embedded in the chaos
Go to school, go to college, get a job
How many thousands of brilliant, extraordinaire
People have died without having the taste of knowing
That they were GREAT at something
Tell me how could dreaming be free
In a world where our pain and disgrace is constantly monetized, nigga?
Ask yourself
It's D