Alchemy

Never learned the alchemy If Stevie couldn’t save us, how can we? Somebody teach us how to die If Marley couldn’t save us, how can I? Trying to be the calvary If Lauryn couldn’t save us, how can we? Everybody makes it out alive If Michael couldn’t save us... How come every record on the radio's feel good But nobody feels good We used to wanna be alive Surely we still should Burying ourselves Indebted in variants of wealth Lord we pray this bloody paper weigh heavy on the scale The undertaker love a faker just as much as a real one No one gets away ain’t no extra minutes to steal from You ain’t gotta be real slum for you to feel something You could have all ya little wants and it’s gon still come That’s how I know my name will be engraved with the greats Cuz we all going to the grave don’t you pour me a thing Ain’t no poor me, its sobering to soak when there's pain (No man copes with fame) Yet we all remain next And it was success, til access became excess The game is to gain interest to gain entrance (Come with people like you Stay if people like you) I got the bag...same cycle Got the bad chick...same cycle Ima savage...insane white folk ...it’s madness, yeah same psycho Then imagine when you finally get that platform Everybody think those last four was talking bout a rap song And they gon cheer and they gon clap on Act strong and act norm I ain’t on this track to spit, I’m on to ask forgiveness From snatched women, Mac Miller, Flint, the Palestinians Blacks, indigenous Cuz we’re enraptured in it It’s rapture And we’d rather that I can rap, you serious? Take a hip hop beef and take that to Syria Does master lyricism matter in mass hysteria Lord, But we gon cheer and we gon clap on Cuz we still think this talking bout a rap song Bad form Never learned the alchemy If Stevie couldn’t save us, how can we? Somebody teach us how to die If Marley couldn’t save us, how can I? Trying to be the calvary If Lauryn couldn’t save us, how can we? Everybody makes it out alive If Michael couldn’t save us, how can I? If Marvin couldn’t save us, how can I? If Chuck couldn’t save us, how can I? If Nina couldn’t save us, how can I? If Kobe couldn’t save us, how can I? If Martin couldn’t save us, how can I? If Malcolm couldn’t save us, how can I? If Isa couldn’t save us, how can I? If Muhammad couldn’t save us... Who’d have thunk it’d be me on EBT But then my Hooyo was a refugee So picture me being pressured to impress who thinks less of me When I’m the one with the legacy So who’s a victim The use of its reduced to euphemism Was so scared you’d never hear me Now I’m fearing all you’d do is listen The truth is the truth is missing Abuse is vicious Alcohol and accolades, they act the same Got us attending award shows in a war zone The promise is commas don’t conquer your karma So who’s really going broke What’s really good? What’s really ghetto? What’s really hood? Somebody gotta explain what’s been misunderstood There’s no such thing as nothing to something, that’s sustaining Hollywood And this won’t save you Won’t medicate you No better aid This ain’t the safe route for you to escape to This is strength for the shaken This how we break through Just breathe And these rappers can’t save you Breathe These entertainers can’t save you breathe You waiting for the chorus ain’t you? Just breathe