City Blues

(álbum: STILL - 2019)

Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true, hm
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do ya work
I modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game, yeah

It's hard chilling with niggas who only talk about bitches and never 'bout business
Misogynistic till they sisters get involved
Then it's vengeance in the name of feminism, of course
Bragging 'bout who they piped down in highschool, fool
What about right now?
Ooh you wanna fight clown?
Want me to put the mic down
And leave me Mike Brown, light brown soaked in the concrete
Just beyond God's reach?
So tell me what's next?
Boys in blue paint the town red from all the bloodshed
Still interrogating myself
Tell me, how do crocodile tears fall from dry wells?
You can't confuse fedora boy for a suspect
The pen was the murder weapon
The muse, the Weeping Woman
Still tryna paint Picasso circa 1937, it's true
I'm just paying my dues and my dudes
You out preeing my moves
I'm focused on my own two, and keep

Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true (Hey)
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do ya work
I modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game

Yeah, mama working like there was two of her
Can't let this motherfucking nine to five, ten to eight ruin her
Meanwhile, I'm jumping through the hoops
And dodging daily news and being in groups with young dudes who moving tough
Now she stressing and thinking her baby doing drugs
A lil' weed but I might as well have been shooting up
Aim for goals so high they got me shooting up
But chasing dreams ain't for kids who got no time
For looking up to the stars with leaks all in the ceiling, plus
I was chilling, just tryna make me a killing, bruh
I remember Young Tony tales from the hood
I remember teachers never had my name understood, look
Ain't with the back and forth like racquetball or basketball, nah
You doing her bad, she put you on blast like a Kalashnikov, ah
All nighters for med school, tryna crash the course, ah
Same minute I'm medded up on all the Adderall, I
Look in the past and look at the battle scars
Thinking of picking my bags and taking a trip to Californi-yay yay yay
That's why I look in the mirror like I'm the fucking man
'Cause the younger me would probably be a fucking fan
Look who the boy became and I'ma hit the damn
MJ, Michael Jackson Thriller dance
Milly rocking either hand, diddy-bopping Sweeterman
Trending topic, neither, I don't give a damn
I just wanna see the fam winning off my

Singing these Manchester City Blues
Drown my liver in a pool of liquor, it's true (Hey)
Monetize my pain and my hurt
Commodify my frame, do ya work
I modify my name, just the first
To fit in this lil' game