The Voice Part 1
They say Kendrick is the savior of hip-hop
Drake are the tears that never dropped
Cole is the cold emotion flowing and it never stops
Then Karte` is the voice of the youth, the pen drops ..the pen drops nigga
>As he pulls the trigger, you living never forgiving
>the snakes are hissing you sniffing the friends while yo head is itching
Thinking am I trippin? .... Nah nigga you ain't’ trippin
Think it's time for a killing, let your feelings start drifting
Become something the game is missing .. the cost of living
Reality starts kicking ... The media bullshitting
>Hoodie over my head, go to school and never listen
>Competition of intelligence the vision fucked up
High Class, Lower Class they describe us
They hate to see when we fight, we fight for the light
Fight to see us shine while others despite the mind
I ain't’ talking black & white, how these teacher never do right
Failed a couple classes with no AP Class invite
Now you think I'm just stupid? I fell in love with Cupid?
I listen to Hip-Hop and now you think my mind polluted?
I smoke a lot of weed and now you think that I'm a lose it?
Booted ... Never included
Influences the every day life .. I never knew it
As I grew older momma always tried to keep me muted
Cause People talk too much and say too little, it's the movement
The students and the nuisance
Ignorance is bliss ... I rather be truant
Be hated for who I am than be loved for who I'm not
Rather regret things th the I've done than the things I haven't'
Cause In this race, I rather be the turtle than be the rabbit
And take my time ....And watch me shine
Cross the line, disrespect than I’ll commit a crime
I mean that is what you want ...Another black kid gone
Black Kid Gone Black Kid Gone He Ain’t' Never Coming Home
Momma wants the best, but doing right is also wrong
So I put it in my songs, let you know whats going on
Society wants us dead, the vision our fathers fear
No wonder they never cared .. No wonder your never here
These lyrics is my career, this path of life that I steer
The tears of hip-hop is falling, no wonder her make-up smeared
Her Destiny has appeared, can you hear I made it clear
Watch my life as a story,movie another preview premiere
Am I going too fast? I put it back in low gear
I put my name on it and let you know that I was sincere
For the troubles that I speak upon conflict into a poem
Flowing and growing, the sunset can’t you see I'm glowing
And yet I just began .. That's like me lying saying that I have yet to even sin
Can you niggas comprehend?
I'm just tryn to do my own thang
.... And watch these motherfuckers haters cut my damn wings
Like a string, the future dream > I’m living but never call me a king