Red Flag

Spectator view, but I see through
White fabric with the silent moves, like a phantom
These walls, they can hear you talk, they can see you walk
They can see you be gluing these pieces
And making a frame out of accusations
That you're planning to air up in public
Your impulse is out of control

Am I supposed to be worried?
I've been a red flag since the day I was born
'Posed to be worried?
I'm for the people, of course I be tied to that color
'Posed to be worried?
I got opinions, I've been through enough to be vocal
It's scary I guess
Easy to say that I'm dangerous if you got no principles

But fuck y'all and y'all's schemes, hoe
Y'all a sheeple, lil bitch
Yeah, my red flag waves high that's my sail now, lil bitch
On the red ocean riding waves in my red boat, lil bitch
Yeah, you're good for your surface level
Got no other levels there, lil bitch

I ain't flog you on public
I ain't call you no names
I ain't even get the time to fucking make sense of things
You was comical as fuck man appearing outta nowhere
Then you disappear, and reappear
Then left me stories to tell, huh

Speeding 120 on a 55
Oh I can't deny, on God, on God
On my shallow mind
I just be thinking of ways all my people can plan my demise
What if a syndicate's inside a syndicate?
What if a group is about to retaliate?

"Sam, chill fuck is you talking 'bout?
You know me better than that"
And fuck you too, bitch
You don't know nothing 'bout me
You don't know nothing 'bout believing somebody so much
You let them bleed you
You don't know nothing about maturing at a age
When my ma' says "Boy, I believe you"

13 last I heard that shit, then it stopped soon
Dad says "Fuck 'em up" why not peace? I ask
"They talking out of pocket
They targeting us and we're out of options
These Rottweilers don't want truce, we need a Thompson"

Too late for all that PC shit
Late for these apologies
Late to be forgiving shit
Hey, I know the world is better off without me
But then for that exact reason, I ain't stoppin'
Fuck all of y'all