[verse 1]
Tryin’ to strike a balance between callous
And naïve, fantasies of ratchets
Dreams of classy, passive and brashness
It’s funny how we paint this canvas
The fallacy duality
Flip sides of a coin but the currency
Holds no weight
Like a Teflon dealer on his personal space
You look around tell me what you see
How could you reduce it to an A or B?
With 26 letters
The combinations endless and meant to put together
And the shades of gray is like a razor blade
Straight to the face of mental defense mechanisms in place
But that’s just the first step
‘Fore you add some color to your verses
Evaluate the world you interpret
Is it really just turn up then turn in?
Nah, that’d be insultin’
If I believed that encompassed
Your whole mind state and spirit but the assumptions
Could set me up for disappointment
If that’s a concern you missed the point then
I just want to elevate the culture
Generate some deeper thought for me to hold up
Steel sharpens steel, I need the inspiration
Might be selfish if that’s the implication

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Tryin’ to be the change I want to see
In a world that’s raisin’ brazen thieves
Wonder what my savin’ grace’ll be
Savin’ face aint made for me
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My savin’ grace, my savin’ grace
My savin’ grace, my savin’ grace

[verse 2]
Rectify the situation
I defy you to be complacent
You rep your soil but you never grow through it
I’m just tryin’ to bring this flow to it
You’re starvin’ at the roots
When you’re harborin’ a view
Of inferiority you started to assume
Don’t take that hate upon yourself
Take pride in the space that formed yourself
But understand what raised you
Ain’t a shred of love in the bullets that grazed you
Shine a light on what’s beautiful
Thick skin, thin chance but damn it’s formidable
Got to take a timeout
Imaginin’ all of us just lined out
Yellin’ out “crack a window let it ventilate”
‘Cause the smoke filled rooms never had to entertain
The likes of myself but it’s high time
That we start seein’ ourselves in a fine light
Otherwise our development arrested
And our potential is but a figment
Of imagination on passin’ faces
And this an affidavit in mastered cadence
So best wishes and blessings out to the Eastside
Creekside, East Capitol where I reside
Jackson, the homes packed to the max and
Story your stories deserve daps and
Tully get money don’t let it sully your gully
And all my cuttys and honeys under the Cali sun, one love

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