Dissociative Disorder

I can't trust society I know they eyein' me I'm playin' hide n' seek With social anxiety They stereotypin' me The streets keep hypin' me I am the shit Why don't you take a wipe and see Don't give a fuck Mental cel-eye-bacy Encrypted messages Within my lines, you see You're either out of sight Or just lack the eyes to see (Nigga) Oh shit I'm on my topical I'm Nas If he was tropical Life's got Too damn stop n' go Forgot To use your opticals Didn't see these obstacles Wandered off in these streets And got yourself struck Do your due diligence If you lost like Gilligan You might just be Shit out of luck (Punk) Am I mad as a hatter To think that every life matters While my people still getting Shot, strangled, and stuck They're using T.V. and steeple To brainwash my people Cuz governments just don't give a fuck Whatchu think they laughin' bout EBT keep stampin' out But every time we speakin' out Police roll up to smack our mouths I just want the Evil Dead Like 5 college kids In a fuckin' cabin house And this jus' ain't about black Fuck that shit, I'm gon' spazz The media race bait and switch on niggas They spinnin' stories like Taz 3 strike system is a Muhfuckin' sham Everybody wants the change-up But won't step up to the plate And go to bat, imagine that All color needs to see the light Reflect on that like a prism Slavery is still alive and well Just ask who run the prisons (Yeh) Oh, yeah, yeah You're well aware Go research the ways They keep my people there Study the muddied reasons why, buddy And wonder why the tax payers don't even care They don't want truth They just see fear I pop logic Fuck your little sphere I won't waste my breath Shit, I'm outta here Shark's thermosphere To your atmosphere (nigga) Too hot