Lyrics: Giordann Fracella/Ryler Jonas Speich/Jérémie Krüttli/Baptiste Brand
Music: Giordann Fracella
And most us niggas be true to this
Same folks who in power wasn't recruiting us
Change might come that what they sayin
That same statement remains dubious
Much naivety
I felt the truth was due with this
Young heads declared mutinous
It's so humorous
We don't follow rules
We topple roofs
Numerous scholars' who try to plot our moves
Attempts are fruitless
Voluminous glass, water shapen into it
Feel like Lupin when I rob the Louvre
Black man in a white country
Money dun made him do it
I get the sense
That this century needs more understanding
Thats an understatement
We live in emotional barrens
Had to let go to gain control
Wish I was colder
Letting go of shit
Of which I had no influence over
Weight on my shoulder
My wrist in a trap
I ain't risking my back
Play your cards right
Ain't no switching the stack
I guess I tricked myself
Hiii power to the ones who made it out without help
Eclipse the sun
Love the sudden warmth and love which I felt
Hope I can live just long enough
for the story I tell
More glory, less hell
Distorted visions of a gooriest trail
Huh
I fell, many times I got up
Had to learn to cover burdens
Do the job and shut up
Too many times I went ducking for cover
But the shots ain't never went off
Only smoke like they burning up rubber
They yellin' Black Lives Matter
When they shot our man up
Two months later they trending up on a different matter
I guess its frail to expect to notice a different pattern
At the protest they speak of change like it dun happened
And most us niggas be true to this
Same folks who in power wasn't recruiting us
Change might come that what they sayin
That same statement remains dubious
Much naivety
I felt the truth was due with this
Young heads declared mutinous
It's so humorous
We don't follow rules
We topple roofs
numerous scholars' who try to plot our moves
Attempts are fruitless
Voluminous glass, water shapen into it
Feel like Lupin when I rob the Louvre
Black man in a white country
Money dun made him do it
I get the sense
that this century needs more understanding
Thats an understatement
We live in emotional barrens
Had to let go to gain control
Wish I was colder
Letting go of shit
Of which I aint had no influence over
Weight on my shoulder
My wrist in a trap
I ain't risking my back
Play your cards right
Ain't no switching the stack
Yeah
Yeah
I guess I tricked myself
I was blinded by finding wealth
Many memories on my shelf
Plenty cards with which I dealt
What I'm reaping in time will tell
If I'll make it out of my shell
Out of breath I keep on shaking
New beginnings form a new ending
I miss the old days
When I didn't care bout my old ways
Had a couple dreams with a couple teams
But still I'm here and still I'm nowhere
Huh, I wanna go there
To a place beyond where I don't care
About finding meaning in what life is
Cause the perfect shape is so rare
And most us niggas be true to this
Same folks who in power wasn't recruiting us
Change might come that what they sayin
That same statement remains dubious
Much naivety
I felt the truth was due with this
Young heads declared mutinous
It's so humorous
We don't follow rules
We topple roofs
Numerous scholars' who try to plot our moves
Attempts are fruitless
Voluminous glass, water shapen into it
Feel like Lupin when I rob the Louvre
Black man in a white country
Money dun made him do it
I get the sense
That this century needs more understanding
Thats an understatement
We live in emotional barrens
Had to let go to gain control
Wish I was colder
Letting go of shit
Of which I had no influence over
Weight on my shoulder
My wrist in a trap
I ain't risking my back
Play your cards right
Ain't no switching the stack