Slippery Slope

Lyrics

[Intro: [?]] Watching the world through a pair of broken eyeglasses I hope that what I see is only make-believe Watching the world through a pair of broken eyeglasses [Verse 1: Billy Woods] I watch the cats watch the mice Hit the weed 'til both legs fell asleep I'm not really there, fuck you gon' tell me? High and out of it, admittedly its own form of cowardice But yo, at six afro pick with the black power fist Corduroys and a turtleneck, I could've took your (Unnecessary) Thirteen with the Malcom X hat, come on, man I invented bein' black, my skin was matte Carte blanche, I skipped the daps To-do list pristine, once your name on the list, the light's green Peeled out the impounded Christine I remember when whites used to come to the hood Ask random black strangers for drugs Shrug, wistful look in the eye, blinkin' hard Like those was the days, blood Outside agitator, I get your natives worked up Women shimmyin' out they burqas turnt up Sons turnt gay, dad like what the fuck? I don't want trouble mister, I'm just tryna turn a buck In at sundown out by sun up This why I pack light, bag of tricks tied up tight Bindle on a stick, flophouse flea bit Still sleepin', daytime's for twits While I was getting jumped, kept track of who got which licks [Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle] Stop, stop hittin' him That's mean Yeah I was supposed to stop drinkin' this month Ain't seen a break since Tiger's last fist pump My clothes is feelin' tight like a kid's bunk Bed, I'ma dress like Alvin and the Chipmunks A long ass gown and red snapback I'm lookin' all abstract and half Bohemian The divine geometry of an afro's median And other shit I retrofit meanings for later This hat for instance I found in a meteor crater I was teachin' my kid how Ben Franklin made kites fly Saw a bright white light appear in the night sky My son's gonna feel free to be as weird as a white guy But probably won't have the wealth to farm cucumbers But probably by that time you can farm through Tumblr Like, on the website you could, like grow shit right there [Verse 3: Breezly Brewin] Listen I'm so ebbed into stylin' that's wilder than cold lampin' While it's Flava Flav ain't behave like no trampin' Holdin' hate talkin' Golden State ain't no champion (Trash) Hood people talkin' good we gon' go campin' (I'm good) All the unseen and in my case [?] sun gleamin' Vex spinnin' the ex intended for puns meanin' Phonics on some black as Onyx word to Sonny Seeza Lookin' down the barrel of life like gun' cleanin' On some ready to shoot jack, I'm through the night Booky and dodgin' heavy pursuit crack a move gets tight [?] Order stop, call the cops when they lack reasonin' And other than when a brother offends for black breathin' As I hope for better options, but stay with my Listerine And keep it Otis Redding, Dock of the Bay type whistle cleanin' It could make you wanna kill a man If I'm real bein' shit's demeanin' Ya think you know what I'm meanin'? [Outro: Sample] Oh sometimes I wonder And uh, sometimes I wonder And uh, is any other man kind And uh, they have the same sorrow And uh, sometimes I wonder And uh, sometimes I wonder And uh, is any other man kind And uh, they have the same sorrow