Young Eye - Ivan Ave

Usually I wait a couple bars

But ain’t no time for that between doomsday and a day job, ay

Prolly I should wait a couple summers

But I’mma drop gems on you before the sky above us do

Blue ink on yellow paper, try’nna make it green

Red numbers in my life, rent due by the fifteenth

People holding pink slips, investing hopes in color schemes

But Young Eye, few things be how they seem out here

There’s mad layers like a five cheese pizza

Try’nna see past, it remind me of Nina

She said, «a child’s eyes’s freedom

It’s not clouded with the fear of seeing»

I’m paraphrasing, but what I mean is

Even if the face behind the mahogany desk now orange

We been governed by the green, and black gold below us

The scope of the owner’s in the canvas

And the brushes and the paint

But ay… you can own your eyeballs

Baby, I know it burn bright

Don’t let your eyes adjust

Keep 'em wide open though

It might just, just might

Dark fronting like a shining light

Don’t let your eyes adjust

I’m writing this to you while you’re still in the womb

Or you might be we’re not sure, but the period’s overdue

In nine months if you’re really there, try’nna peak through

Know that few things be what they appear to, out here

The fascist agenda in fashion again though

My fam' in Paris feel the right wing wind blow

Charlie out in the US, she might wanna move again though

My boy in London said, 'cue the crescendo', ay

Neo Nazis marching in Stockholm again though

Half of those fools caught in the Stockholm syndrome

Ain’t no making excuses for a Nazi or defending them

But I still ain’t seen a newborn with an emblem on 'em

Somebody taught them to see

Through a lens skewed by a couple thousand years

Of Colonial power-tripping and scheming

There’s a reason we call them 'the powers that be'

They be there… ssh, they still be there

Still divide and conquer then pocket the profit then leave

They ain’t down with your Uncle Mohammad, your Uncle

That’s why they building walls out of false prophecies, they know it’s all gravy

Long as the sauce pouring out the screen

Oh baby, I know it burn bright

Don’t let your eyes adjust

Keep 'em wide open though

It might just, just might

Dark fronting like a shining light

Don’t let your eyes adjust