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?
Quit 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 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 lil wants and it’s gon still come
That’s how I know my name will be engraved with the greats
Cuz we all goin to the grave
don’t you pour me a thing
Ain’t no poor me, its sobering to soak in this 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
So they gon cheer and they gon clap on
Act strong, 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 they’d rather that I can rap, you serious?
Take a hip hop beat 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 this rappers can’t save you
Breathe
These entertainers can’t save you breathe
You waiting for the chorus ain’t you?
Just breathe