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safe travels - lack of change / paper lyrics

[intro]
whatever it takes (whatever it takes)
free palestine

[verse 1]
nothing change, ain’t a thang to me
i hope that god see the faith in me
i hope my momma proud of a baby boy
praisin’ in the name of joy, prayin’ that she
never get taken away from me
i hope that neta doing good
it’s been a minute, hit my number if you got it
please forgive me, i ain’t mean to intercity
but i feel so alone
i ain’t even smoking weed no more
ebt and refa thinkin’ n+ggas don’t got needs no more
’cause n+ggas not hangin’ on trees no more
aye, forty+seven can’t brеathe no more
sh+t don’t change unlеss i get violent
why everybody know when ricky died
but don’t know ebonics, my pops was bumpin’ the chronic
i dream of anarchy at night
third coast to always pick the side
refuge in my endless mind
romance in the brownest eyes, survival in the bluest
not survival of the fittest but alignment with the truest
middle finger to the sky, if god was real then why’d he do this?
it’s the end of the world
rest in peace to paul mooney
hope i make it to the morning time
feds gon’ raid the building, i’m still screaming “free palestine”
waiting on the day we take our sp+ce
if nothing change, then nothing change
just know i’ll never be content
doing whatever it takes, my aura bleeding from my pent
need an oracle ’cause jesus left his pieces of a man
please don’t come around me if you seeking peace
this institution took my speech
and stole the seed, before it’s reap
hardly stoic in my poetry, woe is me
opposition where i sit so i can see what roses see
spirit of the moon, my aura blue
i hope on soom to seal my faith
rather die than watch my momma
see her son work through the caves
free my brothers out them chains
if nothing change then nothing change
i’m only here to pave the way
(change, change)
exactly
(change, change, change)
[interlude: monica jayde]
we haven’t figured it out
my parents’ generation didn’t f+cking figure it out
and the ones before them
didn’t have any empowering methods
to figure it out
they were still being hung and strung up in trees
so, i pray that your generation keeps standing up
keeps exposing it
y’all are it
keep, just keep your eyes head on the swivel
and keep just, call them, call them bullsh+t

[instrumental interlude]

[verse 2]
i get money fore’ i ask for it, make sure that my n+ggas straight
i control my fate, the master of this whip
cruising with my shawty with the windows down
smoke a pound in a week
speeding down the freeway, dodging enemies
i can’t tell my b+tch that i be losing sleep
i’m jaded she take up my sp+ce like jordan’s when i hit her crease
thinkin’ to my death, swear i’m moving out the way
don’t mistake my patience for content, you still can catch a fade
drifting violent thoughts, stay in my endless mind
i ain’t no nihilist, god told me i was gifted
brother hit my phone, i’m up in soho posted
i’m afraid of going back home
some n+ggas done lost they soul
some n+ggas selling dope
and some n+ggas don’t got no hope
they posted up on the block
auntie want another rock so he gon’ get her that
don’t overthink my indifference
these n+ggas went from puffer vest to puttin’ bullets up in ’em
money never stop that rage
sh+t been difficult since i left the page, left the town
shawty hit my phone, she tryna’ match
i need a eight, i ain’t buyin’ off the n+gga if he wanna tax
division one, don’t give a f+ck about stats
smokin’ cookie in my broad riding thoughts
’cause i need a bag
b+tch bad and i don’t need her back
i need time and sp+ce alone
and i don’t need her in my face
if she wanna argue back
get the f+ck up out my way
uh
[chorus]
pockets looking thick
yeah, i need the paper
yeah, i need the motion
yeah, i need the bread
pockets+ pockets looking thick
yeah, i need the paper
yeah, i need the motion
yeah, i need the bread
pockets looking thick
yeah, i need the paper
yeah, i need the m+
yeah, i need the m+
yeah, i need the bread
pockets looking thick
yeah, i need the paper
yeah, i need the motion
yeah, i need the bread

[outro: randy crawford]
wind, if you should pass him in your travel
lift him back to me

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