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kwazimoto - najee janey lyrics

[verse 1]
living in a psycho world
where cycled girls get strapped and insightful
living in a psycho world
where cycled girls get strapped and insightful
remember i was young in the park where them kites flew
my so*called brothers fought for the label that’s untitled
i think i need to pray a little more over the bible
instead, it’s on my rivals, crooks, thieves, and idols
for the love of god
a picture*perfect, piece of nothing i should get into
a little work, a little weed, a crib, a kid or two
you should see how far with jobs my skin will put mе through
and to think i saw it all, the false of visuals, scared
sh*t was pivotal, stand i lack еxperience
curiosity k!lled the cat, ima tiger furious
scratch my paws for the lost dogs who crossed yall from a period
where n*ggas who weren’t serious started getting serious
i figured if your brother died from crossing his symmetry
paws off the laws call for raiding where n*ggas be
but ain’t it a shame how its the white man’s game
i’ve been playing first i’m of color the white man’s plain
i think it’s time i started telling y’all how i see it
class is a little boring so i wake up from sleeping
teacher you saying the same sh*t you said last weekend
you want all the black kids to work on math and their reading
should i fall in that circle of living life oh how come
how i’m supposed to push drugs, beat my wife, leave my son
or how i’m always able to dance or fast when i run
or how i smoke so much weed, my lips blacker than mud
now i refuse to let a person who ain’t smart try and tell me
that everything i say is wrong, quit starting rebellions
man i’m a f*cking prophet, quit blocking this message
i’m tryna separate myself look at the south and texas
i’m fina set it off then let it off
make sure the block and heaven know who i am
i’m black plus proud of my skin, i got my dad that i know
sh*t, i’m prouder than him
who’s gonna tell me i can’t make it in this life of sin
cuz you rightful men need disciples plus a bible stand
f*ck a religion i’m practicing what god is saying
to all my brothers that told me to live life and be free
man i promise i got it, i’ll hold it down for the bean
just don’t give me no jive sh*t when i’m chasing my green
cuz like a bird i’ll fly away to where it’s warmer for me
like a bird, i’ll fire away to where it’s warmer for me
like a bird, i’ll fly away to where its warmer for me uh
[verse 2]
i’m done seeing so many tears off this painless sh*t
you show me where i should start reading off this painless list
i found out that i’m always bleeding where my pain is fit
i don’t even wash my mouth no more cuz my words don’t fit
let’s let the speakers bleed, replace the carpet with a carpet fit for when my feet are knees
and let these n*ggas talk who always talk, let me greet your t**th
let this bottle filled with all the hot inside replace the freeze
when the world gives you the cold shoulder
who gon fetch the sheets
don’t holla at me n*gga, i been deaf, and yet i wait to see
that one person brave enough to stain me, they displacing me
this one burden engraved on my chest was a place for eve
she gave me that slice of apple juicy enough to take a piece
but should i take it? should i bite it?
a picture of this taken and all y’all n*ggas liked it
so i find myself sitting in this black room, nothing makes me happy
what about the weed? but that do

i want a fabulous life! with a fabulous wife of course
she first has to suffer as much as i did when i was poor
this whole idea of remembering bible verses is idled more
if i was lord i’d bring back everyone that i’m crying for
i look down sometimes
but if i look up then, who’s looking down?
god is in my blood, body, spirit, and vision now
let’s take this picture down, quit b*tchin dismiss it now
you think they gon catch the fish that you’ve been fishing out
let’s keep it real b
you think that you gon k!ll me, son, eradicated i shot out more kids than a k!lling done
i m*st*rbated on my pillow for the billionth time
got better things to do than listen to your k!lling rhymes
i don’t bite my tongue no more, i say whatever’s on my mind
i’m more blacked out than f*ckin color people blind
i show up then leave, that’s colored people time
i’m done rapping, i think i covered my color people’s rhyme

- najee janey lyrics

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