It's blissful as the angels sing The cherub's rock and seraph's drum Obsessing over cadences 'Til kicks are snared and bells are rung I enter in the industry I'm shaking hands with Satan's son I'm face to face with the devil I'ma take em one on one My only opposition is the one I put before me Most of the time it's me in the mirror Fighting for clearer - visual warning Now I'm performing, in love with the light This is a heist, now give me the mic I'll take it from here, just please steer clear Of touching my ground, lightning might strike Oh how ironic?... I'm looking down... My body's here My soul? Out of bounds. Man, it's feeling like Heaven tonight But dam, am I, one hell of a sight Just quit with your gripe I put up a fight This is not what I do... This is my life Born in the home of hip-hop Not too far from Jay-Z What can I do about it? This the culture that raised me As history repeats Police are brutal in the streets I understand, as a man Hip-hop was never for me Oh morning glory What does it mean? To hold or touch a dream? Have you ever been, just so close then it's ripped away, so cynically? I'm clinically - the epitome - of real mc's - cuz lyrically - they're feelin me My booth's doused in kerosene, but in two thousand seventeen Who's out who's pedigree - is methylamine - and Compounds with zen and peace? I've been around and fed the beast I've settled down, than rose out east I'm in the clouds - these highs I reach I've been about - no lies I speak And they announce here's Frankie Zing But there's another whiteboy on stage Screaming the N word He was accepted and I was rejected 'Cause the whole crowd that I brought was white Except for a few who don't compare me to The absence of light And I was astounded but I rebounded Like I'ma kill this stage on sight And so I did and the crowd went crazy And you can tell this more than hype... And this my fight Yeah, this my fight All these songs and wrongs I right Better know that's right I'm bout to birth a new generation I'll wait for gifts, check the registration Born in the home of hip-hop Not too far from Jay-Z What can I do about it? This the culture that raised me As history repeats Police are brutal in the streets I understand, as a man Hip-hop was never for me But if I can spit it with the best of em What's my skin color matter? Ohh what a time to be a white rapper... I in my mind, see reality a crime when You have to choose between selling your soul or living a lie. The life of an artist, struggle regardless We always want more until we're lost My heart is such a fortress and my mind is just a moshpit Head full of dreams, sometimes I'm way too cautious But it ain't what it seems I'm sparring on Mars with Martians Or warding off dogs in Auschwitz While war is just causing profits I'm far off from more than nauseous As corruption gorges pockets This we shouldn't be privy to If I go back in time Find me in the grassy knoll - in a gillie suit Waitin to assassinate - JFK's killer criminals Maybe then all of blacks and democrats Wouldn't be so harshly ridiculed By society, for no reason I'm a patriot, boy, no treason I don't need the Fifth Amendment My actions do all speaking Now i ain't pickin a party God is my only army, As they're trying to make me rap's fall guy Oswald, Lee Harvey Born in the home of hip-hop Not too far from Jay-Z What can I do about it? This the culture that raised me As history repeats Police are brutal in the streets I understand, as a man Hip-hop was never for me But if I can spit it with the best of em What's my skin color matter? Ohh what a time to be a white rapper...
Written by: Frankie Zing
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