Sprague Street

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Kipp Stone] If I'ma break the silence Piggy stir the pot, you know we marinate in violence Seen that fear in predicate felons when they behind us You celebrate them sucka that serenaded your honor Surrogate racism, 2020 Reaganomics A broken record, broke with a record Retired football jersey digit assigned to yo likeness Justified self-righteous evil, a child with a lifer One of thеm institutionalized, the other еntitled Get that baby a burger and fries, he not homicidal Step right up, get yo skittles signed, place yo bid on a rifle That's a fuckin' shame Going numb don't make you tough at all It's really sayin' I been hurt so much, I'd rather never feel anything Can't deflect that shit wit' black on black The block so packed Wit' black niggas tryna make a stack Throw a steak inside the cage Well for now we call it crack and if nobody else around then We'll just black on black Let's count the crimes against humanity Tell me that, now who should really be afraid? Was yo great great grandmother born a slave? Was yo whip or yo residence ever sprayed? Was the people you 'posed to call when it happen turn to borderline assassin assuming they ever came? Baptized in the flame Put aspirin in applesauce and niggas still in pain Heroin belt treatment done chilled my veins If you don't treat it like crack, then you can't feel my pain Aw now it's a sickness Tell that to a baby wit' crack in his system No rehabilitation, momma got trapped in the system They had to beat the odds, five tax bracket ascensions You went to war wit niggas Okay, now who the victim? Now can you say that over beats To whom it may concern, the fertile mind wit' latent seed That blossom wide cuz' they keep this kind of shit on repeat And question everything from college to G.O.D From politic by profession, to politics on the streets And where the policy meet, yo honesty need receipts So that's why they never speak, that quiet nigga was me Young black and invisible Under influence overthinking shit [Bridge: Mick Jenkins] Said I can't feel, sometimes Shit get too real, I can't feel sometimes Naw, shit get too real (Yeah) Shit get too real sometimes (Yeah) [Verse 2: Mick Jenkins] Been thinking out loud, I know my pace off Shit took the bass off My voice will crack, I need the bassline Heard through the grapevine They come back around, I need it tenfold I'm talking billfolds Godbody templates for my temples We slowing tempos Release the M's and stretch the MC'S Mo' negative it seems Respect us will grow with no info, opinions empty Guts on the paper, blunts is empty, most niggas envy The smoke you smoke, my teeth is dingy We want the plaques up We both was broke, but now im stingy, for tryna stack up Invisible-man just trying to speak up, told niggas back up Seen niggas sit down just cause they can't stand singing backup These niggas need backbone, I break down, I put my face down It's like I can't feel sometimes (nah) Shit get too real sometimes (yeah) I speak on my truth I don't know nothing, they killin us softly Same side effects as robitussin, this shit is exhausting Most gingivitis don't be flossin, that shit'll end costly I seen the constant, they emboss em Then put em on t-shirts after embalming [Outro: Mick Jenkins] Said I can't feel, sometimes Shit get too real I can't feel sometimes (nah) Shit get too real (yeah)