Almost Human

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Salt and pepper on the head, opposite of my pecker
Could've led a life that left me on top of a stretcher
Had to maneuver as a youth through a mountain of pressure
Somehow the music just influenced an outcome that's better

These drums speak to me in ways you couldn't preach to me
When certain frequencies peak, it's a release for me
My human decency quells the beasts asleep in me
But this 80-inch wingspan keeps it in reach of me

Keep the peace, prefer to resolve peacefully
Cause if the law's involved, they all gon' want a piece of me
And then it's peace for me, police patrollin' streets for me
Controllin' narratives, the beast is not to be believed

But believe they'll handle me the opposite of decently
To disrupt the frequency and wake the beast in me
That's the secret, G, the quiet parts out loud
The outcome, they guns come out, and rest in peace to me

Feels like I'm almost human
Navigatin' a world that doesn't want us movin'
We either suffer to win or we adjust to losin'
Shruggin' off pain like it's just another bruisin'

Feels like I'm almost human
Navigatin' a world that doesn't want us movin'
We either suffer to win or we adjust to losin'
Shruggin' off  pain like it's just another bruisin'

How come these killer crackers always get talked into capture
While unarmed black men that wrestle get sent to rapture
The tears of a Karen are met with carin' and action
While sisters cry rivers that hit it a dam made a laughter

What's the reason
I'm speaking rhetorical, but I'm seethin'
Which means I've contemplated tradin' oracle for demon
Deplorable, leave mortals wit mortal wounds that seemin' immoral

But there's more of you, use more tools til even
But even if we even, we'll never really be even
I could run a stop sign, be on the news this evening
Left bleedin' just for breathin' or movin' without a reason

Why you stop me, officer
He got his reason
Meanwhile, Lil' Kyle could drive like 80 miles
Wit a thousand 80 rounds, stockpiled in many cals

Plan and plot death that applies to mostly brown
Can't hide his motive now, surprise, he wrote it down
It's that damn CRT, critical race theory
Or advanced CRT, caucus replace theory

That tells a tale of terror to Timmy Turner
That scares a him into treatin' loaded weapons like grievances
And air 'em at the heir apparent of this purported paradise we here in

Where we catch a side eye for the Nikes we wearin'
And they steal our dance moves for the likes and sharin'
I better drop this damn mic before the lights start blarin'

Feels like I'm almost human
Navigatin' a world that doesn't want us movin'
We either suffer to win, or we adjust to losin'
Shruggin' off pain like it's just another bruisin'

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