If the revolution was today, would you show up?
Or would that interfere with your blow up? Are you ready for war?
If it's not your fam that's dying but you got a role to play
Tell me, are you ready for yours? Are you ready for stores to be closed
And roads to be blocked and all our phones to be locked
And all your Sunday brunches with your homies to stop
Ones you spend correctin' pronouns, complainin' about Trump
Will you be there when it goes down, or will you all run?
And you white supremacists throwin' elitists tantrums
Y'all just breathin' cancer, I feel like beatin' your ass down with that Tiki lantern
I know that violence isn't one
But nowadays I don't know if I believe in answers;
Trying to see all my mans fed but the White House only seem to care about the hood if its on the Klan's head
Motherfuck the damn bread trying to be a lion in the land where the lambs bred, fuck what your man said;
Just do you homie. I know that that's your dog but you ain't gotta follow him, this ain't Blue's Clues homie
A lot of people's only option's lose, lose homie
But they still find joy daily in the grooves homie
Yeah, and those the people I admire;
Feet all in the fire gotta make shoes they just trying to make dues
Why I can't understand what rappers don't think about what what they make do
Homie what that make you?
Attention is currency, we'll blow it on anything
Me I'm trying to be more frugal with mine
Tell me what these celebrities ever do for my time
That they deserve even a nougat of mine? Fuck outta here
Shit I don't know if I'm better, we'll find out this year
But yo I'm tryin' if that count for somethin'
Remember days of cryin', fearing that I won't amount to nothin'
Now they're booking me across the country and amounts is uppin'
I just want to pay these student loans and get up out from under;
College be expensive so that all my friends can't change the world
Shit, they want you to meet the end making ends meet
If the drugs and screens don't do it then man them payments could
Will we hold each-other down like Prodigy and Alch?
The pressure and the doubt got me out here needing alcohol
I take a shot and get to it man I don't need to pout
I'm gonna die tryin' before I die lying the realest out
It's Craft