Im stepping in the season-
Im sowing a newer grind,
Im tryna make a difference-
And open up all our minds,
American controlling-
Is making us all divide,
Were falling to a trap-
And were li-ste-ning to the lies,
Throughout my childhood-
I was hearing-
A bunch of cries,
Were living in this sin-
And were really afraid to die,
This vi-o-lence and greed-
Has been plaguing-
Inside my place-
And so a life-
Is always taken for granted-
Inside this state,

Im facing all this pain-
From a living-
Avoiding grace,

Im praying to the father-
That people can feel a trace,
Sometimes I really wonder-
If falling is in my fate,
Like maybe Im a waste-
In no matter now-

Young. brother-
On the road-
I been-
Tryna make it-
And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-
Im creating-
Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-
And Im baking-
A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-
Working-
A Young. brother-
On the road-
I been tryna make it-
And take it back,

This instrumented passion-
Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-
That Im patient-
Up on the path,
Im fated not to break-
And Im telling a-

Young. brother-
On the road-
I been-
Tryna make it-
And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-
Im creating-
Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-
And Im baking-
A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-
Working-
A Young. brother-
On the road-
I been tryna make it-
And take it back,

This instrumented passion-
Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-
That Im patient-
Up on the path,
Im fated not to break-
And Im telling a-

Young. brother-
On the road-
I been-
Tryna make it-
And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-
Im creating-
Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-
And Im baking-
A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-
Working-
A Young. brother-
On the road-
I been tryna make it-
And take it back,

This instrumented passion-
Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-
That Im patient-
Up on the path,
Im fated not to break-
And Im telling a-
Young. Brother.
Now-
I wonder what is real-
In a world-
That is full of fake,
Nobody could decipher-
The problems-
My mental state,
Im thinking as a man-
That Im-
Pro-ble-ma-ti-cally-
Laced-
And If Im moving at this pace-
Then Im hoping the heavens gates,
They telling us-
That heaven or hell-
Is whats in the next,
Im not in disbelief-
But Im wondering-
If Im set,
Like why were we created-
In facing up all this-
Debt-
While everybody-
Handed money-
Is living without my stress,
Im tryna work in purpose-
While focusing on the checks-
And yet they tell me to be grateful-
While living without a rest,
I wonder if my life-
Is just made-
To make you impressed,
Im talking to you God-
So you knowing-
Where I been pressed,
Im talking through the music-
Cuz prayer-
Is feeling still-
And yet I wonder-
Why the people not living-
Could never heal,
Youre letting people die-
Yet they tell me that youre my shield,
Im talking to you God-
And Im trying to keep it real,
The murder rate-
Inside of my city-
Is going up-
And all I want-
Is just to know-
If youre leaving us in the dust,
Im paranoid and processing-
Wondering who I trust-
And now Im watching everybody-
Whos feeling like they in cuffs,
This powerful depiction of poetrys-
What I love-
And its the only way-
Ar-tis-tically showing-
Where I been stuck,
This powerful depiction of poetrys-
What I love-
And its the only way-
Ar-tis-tically showing-
Where-
Young. brother-
On the road-
I been-
Tryna make it-
And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-
Im creating-
Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-
And Im baking-
A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-
Working-
A Young. brother-
On the road-
I been tryna make it-
And take it back,

This instrumented passion-
Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-
That Im patient-
Up on the path,
Im fated not to break-
And Im telling a-

Young. brother-
On the road-
I been-
Tryna make it-
And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-
Im creating-
Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-
And Im baking-
A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-
Working-
A Young. brother-
On the road-
I been tryna make it-
And take it back,

This instrumented passion-
Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-
That Im patient-
Up on the path,
Im fated not to break-
And Im telling a-

Young. brother-
On the road-
I been-
Tryna make it-
And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-
Im creating-
Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-
And Im baking-
A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-
Working-
A Young. brother-
On the road-
I been tryna make it-
And take it back,

This instrumented passion-
Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-
That Im patient-
Up on the path,
Im fated not to break-
And Im telling a-
Young. Brother.

Better businesses-
Are booming-
And building up newer schools-
And yet we havent got a piece-
So Im wondering what it do,
I understand the system-
Would rather see me a fool-
And so Im thankful to my God-
That the vision is what he drew-
And that is true.

Im never dependent-
On limitations-
Im avoiding out the placement-
Of faking-
What they been stating-
And they'd rather see me-
Working-
With lower percentage pay-
And thats a shame-
Cuz everybody-
That struggles-
Is working hard,
I hope I go to college-
And saving up where I can,
Afraid of every moment-
Im losing another band,
The power is created-
When money is in your hands,
This systematic principles-
Crazy-
And thats a fact.

I. Say.
We gotta slower-
To stop and think.

We. Say.
Fighting and winning it-
In the ring.

I. Say.
We gotta make it-
While were in sync,

We say.
Poverty-
Never should be a thing,


I. Say.
We gotta slower-
To stop and think.

We. Say.
Fighting and winning it-
In the ring.

I. Say.
We gotta make it-
While were in sync,

We say.
Poverty-
Never should-

Young. brother-
On the road-
I been-
Tryna make it-
And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-
Im creating-
Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-
And Im baking-
A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-
Working-
A Young. brother-
On the road-
I been tryna make it-
And take it back,

This instrumented passion-
Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-
That Im patient-
Up on the path,
Im fated not to break-
And Im telling a-

Young. brother-
On the road-
I been-
Tryna make it-
And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-
Im creating-
Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-
And Im baking-
A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-
Working-
A Young. brother-
On the road-
I been tryna make it-
And take it back,

This instrumented passion-
Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-
That Im patient-
Up on the path,
Im fated not to break-
And Im telling a-

Young. brother-
On the road-
I been-
Tryna make it-
And take it slow,

Im staying in my place-
Im creating-
Up on the low,

Im fated not to break-
And Im baking-
A newer flow,

Im steady in the studio-
Working-
A Young. brother-
On the road-
I been tryna make it-
And take it back,

This instrumented passion-
Is making me make a stack,

Im praying to my God-
That Im patient-
Up on the path,
Im fated not to break-
And Im telling a-
Young. Brother.