Chill - Alex Wiley, Thurteen

Don’t believe in the system of time

Always ahead, I’m never behind

With these elegant lines, I bless the minds

And bless all of mine

I search for what I never can find

Out of the box, Never confined

As the best die or resign

This spot I’ll take, The top is mine

They tell me to chill but I don’t like the cold

Telling me things that I already know

Saying that liquor is bad for my soul

They tell me to chill but I don’t like the cold

Telling me things that I already know

Saying that weed is bad for my soul

They tell me to chill but I don’t like the cold

Looking so young but feeling so old

Liquor and weed smoke all on my clothes

Fuck I hope my momma don’t know

Cause then that’s when all the drama going to go

Crazy, Coocoo, so bananas

I’m just an artist painting art

Can’t you see my canvas

Take a look at me

Better yet, go on take a picture

Fuck the bitches, Fuck the money

Cause when your gone, You can’t take it with you

I’ve been reading scriptures

Paint like a young Bob Ross

Everything I touch turn into gold

Music is medicine for your soul

Take another teaspoon

Nigga don’t be rude, I’m only helping you

Cause what they show for you, is bad for your health

Meditation for spiritual wealth

Damn, I’m just trying to get rich

Well shit, ain’t we all

They murdering

Not only in Ferguson, all over the globe

Niggas kill niggas with weapons and over the stove

I’m tired of killing my own

They tell me to chill

But I cannot do it, when you smarter than them

It’s hard to play stupid

I refuse to play stupid

Niggas start revolutions

Get up and fight

Nigga fight for your rights

Nigga fight for what’s right

Kill off the hate, What else can I say

I’m the son of the great

All of it’s great

What the fuck is this race

That we all running

Swear to Allah

That it’s all or nothing

I’m just being real

How you feel

Tell them that the A/C broke

Every time a nigga joke

Telling me to chill

When I ride with my squad (x7)

No fucking thing

Nothing turns to (?)

Riding in my zone

Ducking, dodging the apocalypse

Riding in my own

Finding what this world has got for me

Divide us into zones and complain about dichotomy

But I’m going to let the music come first

I’m going to let your feeling die down for awhile

And I’m going to hit you up and converse

About all the crazy times we had when I was a child

Now I’m going to have to carry this weight

I’m going to have to carry this burden alone now

I know I done made some mistakes

But I stay committed to the path

And it’s too late to turn around

Say what (x6)