Fuck it I’m going in
Diving inside my well of potential I’m opening
Doors, fuck opportunity knocking, I know it’s him
Coming a mile away, cause we ain’t seen each other in a minute
So if he come knocking I’m holding him for ransom
Cause a brotha ready to level up, unsettle the dust
Make a muh fucka say there’s rebel inside his blood
Cannot contain when rain becomes a flood so I
Unsolidify
Redefine the lines so my mind enters a flow state
Final gate opened up calling me Rock Lee
Stead of fighting all these burdens I’m trying to elevate
Hold up
I got a couple nonbelievers breeding negativity I see’em
Claiming they know who a brotha is
You don’t know shit, like most folks don’t know freedom
I try to take it in stride, but most days I be staying inside
Cause I’m tired of pretending for those who don’t get it
Feeling, like I had enough of the ills
I see why some people guzzling pills
While others pointing fingers
Hoping somebody, anybody take the blame
For the hunger and the pain flowing in the veins of society
I’mma be okay in it
Cause a brotha going in like a surgical tool
Remove the outer layer
Check your flavor like a Now and Later
You bout the soul or you bout the paper
You bout the people or the power?
The equal or the ivory tower, each and every hour
That we steady drowning in the ills I’mma swim upriver
Never giving up

What is the world when you see both sides of the coin
Beyond the chaos and the noise
I cannot avoid what I’m seeing and willingly miss the point
Acting like I never had a guru, can’t disappoint’em
Anointed as a protege
Today I graduated my status, I’m on the way
To being king slayer
But not with swords, my ideas made it
Planting seeds... I prolly won’t see’em at their greatest
I believe... that power is a drug when you taste it
So I sever the tongue of the snake no chaser when I take shots
I ain’t fitting miss
Mighta waited till the buzzer, but all I heard was a swish
Not every victory needs an audience
Not every leader needs a country mourning for the day that he takes an L
Instead of everyday people thinking living is hell, just check the record it
Sure ain’t a fairytale, look what we stepped in
Shit hitting the fan, steadily spinning infinity in a cycle
Left or right, up or down, the hand that feeds can bite you
Back if you willing to bite too
But on the other hand open palms are only willing to fight you
If there’s no other way, listen up we could save a lot of pain
If we only start aiming at the crown instead, muh fucka
Divide and conquer been the strategy
So don’t be mad at me if I call it a tragedy
We been doing so long, changed up the anatomy of us
So I protect the people I trust
Instead of a king or conqueror, now I’m a wanderer
Looking for all my people let’s start building Wakanda
I’m never giving up