Babidi - Intellectual

[1st Verse]

I get sad sometimes

Like really mad sometimes

Feel like my dad sometimes

A ghost

Rather blast my mind

And abdicate this land sometimes

I fall flat sometimes

I'm planted and could give a fuck bout how much time has passed sometimes

I really feel the wrath sometimes

Like dammit I'm still black and alive

Or a loose term for alive

Cause I'm black and deprived

As this noose turns to a vine

Cause I'm black I must climb

Or I'll die

But there ain't gifts for blacks that survive

Well

You get compliments like "wow I can't imagine

You always stay so strong I don't know how my man it's tragic"

I'm glad my strife is valid to you, wow my daft companion

My skin is target practice but somehow "my black is magic"

[2nd Verse]

It's notable

I get emotional

My eyes will water but I hide it. stop it like a coaster though

Feelings ain't posed to show

I get frozen though

My options limited when I can see him grab the holster though

My black is damn disposable

I don't think I matter more

Than deer y'all seem to like the latter more

You show them to your fam but death is what we're asking for?

The Red will always make us fight the bull we're unpaid matadors

Why you always move around our problems like an apple core?

Probably cause I do the same

Like yeah I knew this pain

And I know who to blame

But it don't soothe the pain

I'm sore and angry but if I act; I'll only fuel the flame

When theres Whip cracks in your genetics, you don't move the same

[3rd Verse]

Fuck this shit

Can't be too truculent

I have to clutch my fist

And tuck that shit

A box they stuff me in

And I can't run from it

Puzzling

My heart rate stuttering

This pattern ain't the best for stomaching

Its Overwhelming and it's all encompassing

Go through my culture like bargain bins

Pick scraps like a vulture then start again

Ignore all the torture my heart is in

Then claim that you're ultra bipartisan

Mannerisms under larceny

Say my color's rather hard to see

They silence my voice so it's hard to scream

Equality's still pretty far to me

World is to my nerves, tap dance session

Made this country worth, can't have credit

Say we feel like dirt, backlash present

Fore you say you hurt, ask that question

Are you pigment 1st and man second?

Til then all your words, trash can headed

Promise you I've heard it, backhand ready

[Outro]