Capiton this

Melodies from earth they off-key

Lady sings the blues in mockery

In the pocket, we plead for rockets or airfare

Maybe cuz this heir flair

Can barely compare conforming

Transforming Beverley

Internally Inglewood Singleton is my heartbeat

Wishin’ a fool wouldn’t idols yeah they still wooden

Pushin for 12 I’m Israel or Cuba Gooden

In need of milk, we pop appeals they over lookin'

Tasting the salt it’s him layin’ his life down

For every dream that’s gets swiped down

Won’t even credit his skin was some type brown

I see that image is currency up in my town

Seein' that 3B lace is the hype now

I need a getaway some say a lobotomy

This ain’t Psychiatric it’s a longing for what I ought to be

Fearing I am botanical hear today then I’m gone

Without helping a soul without righting some wrongs, without

I fear I’m too contrast or esoteric

So my ACL’s are torn kneeling down for this spheric

Praying for atmospheric shift vicarious nah

It’s in our midst It’s in our grip I-scariot calls

Betrayin’ it all the fall is way too steep

Insomnia for the culture but souls is sleep

Consciousness for the street but we still shootin’

Lootin’ our selves we still fightin’ to think free

Still fightin’ to be

I think I’m feeling disposable by mankind

Cuz pain ain’t audible when your hand signs

Beaten by a landslide knight sticks

Fightin' with our hands tied

A disguise that derives from inside of US(A)