The Town - GQ

«'We gonna draw up a basic platform… just basic

That black people can read.'

He says, 'We don’t want to go real elaborate

With all these essays, and disserations, and all this stuff

Because a brother gonna look at that

And he gonna say, «Man, I ain’t got time for that

I got to go see what I can do for myself."'

He says, 'Just a basic platform that the mothers

Who struggle hard to raise us, that the fathers, who worked hard

That the young brothers in school, who come out of school semi-illiterate

And to teach black people, and our young black brothers and sisters

Their place in society because if they don’t know their place in society

And in the world, they can’t relate to anything else.'»

Please, forgive me if I’m not stressing

Over shit that don’t matter

Compliments don’t get me flattered

What’s status to nigga living average?

In a basement just waiting for the attic, Still I’m at it

Yeah I’m in my lane more than Wilt practice

On point, they watered down just like a killed cactus

I fell backwards in a bad storm

Fuck the weather

Nights kept me up, set me up for something better

Got a stomach full of butterflies, I wonder why?

Remember sitting in winter wishing for summer skies?

Turned cheeks, words deep, probably cut a guy

Sharing my world with these feelings that I publicize

Pop look at me I persevered

My momma look at me and burst in tears

She only happy when her son happy

And sadly I’ve been hurt for years

But as of lately i’ve been working here

And for the record I keep driving until I wreck it

Life holding me controllably until I exit

My potna tripping, say his life, got him feeling worthless

I know he’s wrong, cause see in life we all got a purpose

Fresh out of school trying to get my head right

This all happened around the same time I met 9th

At a point that had me feeling I was stuck inside

Years later I’m in BrightLady touching lives

When Granny died I swear it hurt seeing my cousin cry

Tell em I’m just an Oakland nigga with some southern pride

Overcoming aggravation, Tick

I’m still pissed at myself for missing your graduation

Huh, I guess it be intuition my mind told me

Rock and rolling and I’m Bon Jovi, They’re eyes on me

With a sixth sense my neck twists

All dogs go to heaven try telling my Ex this, shit

Funny how it all click, perfect

I tread water till it all hit the surface

Loving everything that I decide to

Looking in the sky till my eyes blue

It’s more than just a beat that I can rhyme to

Heaven had a window I just climbed through

Thank You