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the invisible backpacker of privilege pt. 2 - guante lyrics

yeah
tryin’ to eat, tryin’ to live
survival in the eye of the storm and the cipher spins
like a spiral and we’re trying to rise and the lightning hits
hairpins in every lock until they finally cl!ck, finally rich
with information. we can take it if we want it
or just flip the station as that live audience applauds it
queue laugh track, did you hear that?
they canned laughter, looks like a canister of tear gas
clear as some follow the money and some follow the love
we all follow somebody’s blueprint
plain as the black prints on the white one*sheet bio
gray areas are where i flow
i know
brilliant practitioners who lack listeners
seen shamans make the ugliest sp*ces sacred
seen the best minds of my generation wasted
complacent
playing video games off in the bas*m*nt
disillusioned with how the game went
i can’t blame them
they can’t pay rent
we can’t separate the bullsh*t from the authentic
when the mixing and the mastering are bought on credit
is that the ticking of a time bomb
or is it opportunity knocking on my jewel case coffin?
is that the stacking of chips, like gettin’ rich
or the sound of a million white kids hittin’ skip?

not everyone who works hard earns it
not everyone who works hard earns it
not everyone who works hard earns it
so if they ever make you a monument
scratch your name out, break it, spit on it, burn it

i wrote two 16s on my 215s
each day from 16 to 22 it seems
i pay dues to eat, made time for rhyming
but is that why this promoter’s in front of me smiling?
if i talk about violence will they call me “violent”
or just “literate and politically minded”?
i got so many problems with authority
this oratory is validated and plated with relish like
intelligent hip hop? doesn’t that describe pretty much all of it??
unless your definition of intelligent is off a bit
i’m trying to be self*aware but it’s hopeless
when i got so many white rappers on my “nope” list
and never had no class
’til the best mc in my grad school class
i just feel sometimes like acknowledging your privilege is the new not acknowledging your privilege
or rapping is the new “i have a black friend so i can’t be racist”
but it’s a system not a sickness
payback with interest or its useless
no intentions, rhetoric, allies, or excuses
i thank everyone who’s tuned in
deuces to every follower i’m losin’
defensiveness is a burden and
skin is only surface but
history is real and
it’s absolutely certain:

not everyone who works hard earns it
not everyone who works hard earns it
not everyone who works hard earns it
so if they ever make you a monument
scratch your name out, break it, spit on it, burn it

- guante lyrics

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