PRACTICE Lyrics

This ain't even meditation this is just practice

The only things promised to you is death and taxes

Things ya momma said but you didn't listen back then

Friends doing Witchcraft til they lost access

They like to tell us that the earth is spinning on its axis

But that theory feels flat it's only a fraction

Supreme mathematics got me speaking in an accent

Written in hieroglyphs infused w passion

The fruits of my labor put food on my table

Put ya mind to it what you do ain't hard labor

Rn I'm dealing w self I'll deal with god later

It's like standing in Antarctica removing all layers

I am no goat standing in a snow globe

Almost got stranded in Tha lab where the clones grow

I just wanna be a real boy Pinocchio

Cut the chains off now look my soul glow

IM in HD I mean eight D

Ran back to the field for my safety

Gave the corners back kept on pushing

The boy became a man when he grew beyond Brooklyn

This ain't even meditation this is just practice

The only things promised to you is death and taxes

Things ya momma said but you didn't listen back then

Friends doing Witchcraft til they lost access

It's funny how yo gifts shrink

Vanity got you in a headlock

When you lose yo instincts

Put me in Tha spotlight so i grow my hair out

Don't wanna be the standard or a living false idol

Just wanna learn tha word or what you would call Tha Bible

And all Tha other books that they been hiding

Since a youth my imagination always been my rival

Cause we rooted in survival

If they plotted out the map backwards we been lied to

Up is down and down is up

My whole sound sounds like I'm down as fuh

Dont wanna clutch a pound just lounge and cut

Umma speak my truth til I'm out of luck

Man fuck this country it feels like they gon come fa me

Too much money coming in

Ima give to my ancestors fuck these immigrants

This all stolen land

That we living In

Still learning it myself

Just look my skin look like cinnamon

When it's under Tha sun

In Tha beginning of time

I was the one