protest (an ode to doubt)

Shit been different since that ode to the pavement
I made it, but niggas still hate off the statements I made when I was seventeen speaking vaguely
Hate it, but I won't waste my breath tryna save 'em
It's sacred, my aunt and 'ziz passed, left a crater and anguish
Keep complaining 'bout the same shit
Like it ain't been a couple years of brain drainage
My momma helped me face my fears, I'm still chasing love

Need to know if all my efforts get me paid enough
Need to know if all them lessons and the patience stuff, just a reach
Or is it really all on me?
And if it is, will i answer when I'm needed?
And since a jit, felt depression in this season
This winter gloom got me contemplating doom
I know that I'm special, I'm better, I paid dues
They know if we talking 'bout cheddar I'm paid full
I'm bold like the letters, they try to negate you
And they fold, they fold



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Writer(s): Umar Ramadan
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