The Problem or The Solution?

Verse 1:

Young Atlas, world on my shoulders I'm just moving along

40 million on my brain as I'm composing this song

The homie from Gardena and he just grew on up

Roulette chips on black when in Vegas

Always bet on us

So what happened?

Remember niggas was hype off high school fame?

I be forever honeymooning, never swap last names

To think of all I think of its crazy I never thought about

How I could make a change in two lanes with what I thought about

Feel the pressure, my mind and my heart racing

Give the people and album along wight your dissertation

Ya lady man crush and probably yo kids teacher

See my lectures are free, but I can't do no free features

My son need tuition, my mom and them need a crib

I give my life to the people and thats why I need to live

Connected to the struggle

I swear won't nobody help us

Telekinetic Arab I used my brain to blow myself up

Chorus:

We'll crawl out from up under the streets

Fist raised with heat, our own policing police

Fuck y'all bout? Cause the people in trouble

What you placing above em? Go on commit to the struggle

What you placing above em? I'm glad my people know I love em

What y'all bout? I'm glad my people know I love em

Verse 2:

They down to go wherever J go

Run the Republic like I'm Plato

Touching they souls its the Phaedo

They believing in me

Bay, LA, and down to Diego

Raise a fist for every halo

That was taken by the mayo they can finally see

Ain't no remorse for the grievers

Ain't no pay for the teachers

With my pops on the phone like

Blacks lacking in leaders

Why the lines to vote, don't look like line to get sneakers?

The revolution ain't televised but we lacking in readers

With they hand on the narrative you would think that we wanted pain

The rules don't apply so turn the States into Hunger Games

Plot

The black agenda

Is you wit it or not

I need the crips to collectivize and the bloods to clot

Nights alone in these towers I just sit back and I brainstorm

Whether paper or song, I'm who the kids get their game from

Nah

I ain't a killa but please don't provoke me