Brown Man Lyrics

Brown man in the mirror, running out of time slow

All this hate and the bitterness getting out of line, though

Brown man with the blues, they like wtf's this?

Live a day in my shoes, you'd be out of luck, bitch

They tell me luck has its limits, you gotta stay within

I say it's luck, when you have it, you gotta play with it

They tell me hate is the game now, the haters play with it

The brown man in your mirror can't get away with it

I tell em, I don't see haters, though, I see steak frites

I see people in trouble who I can straight teach

And I can preach while I eat, so I tell em take seat

I'll teach em haters how hate is a way to make peace

You'll plant your own seed, then you eat the fruit and

They'll say it fell in your lap, like Isy Newton

The human breed is diseased, they call it evolution

They'll be a part of the trap, but not the solution

Though the confusion is fostered, the poison runs deep

The pillows keep getting softer, but only some sleep

They wanna be on the roster, but only some see

The execution is what costs you, the talk comes cheap

I'm tryna climb on the ladder, and never comin down

They wanna wine with their platter, and want it on the house

I'm tryna grind in a manner, that'll give my bros a route

They wanna grind on the hoes, cause all the bros are out

Ghost in my dreams, they patrol with diligence

Most of their dreams, like "hoe, who's billing us?"

Lost the wind screen, on the road with militants

So most of my dreams, like "their goal is killing us"

You don't wanna be in the business of identifying traitors

You don't wanna be in situations of duckin down

I'm tryna be in the business of multiplying paper

The haters make you feel safe but they wanna see you drown

The drama ready caught up to me, it don't wait for later

All the commas addin up too weak, only hope is paper

On my mama, never felt the heat, never felt it greater

All the traumas catchin up to me, only help the Maker

I'm on a mission to find my faith back, it got me

Reminiscing the times from way back, when I would

Stay up wishing for nights with no deaths

And threats of surprises in boxes like Jack, so I

Grind-grind for the bread, my brothers need wheat

Got these rhymes in my head, the suckers need sweets

This for the dimes in my bed, I couldnt feed meat

Sorry, got all these crimes in my head, I'm from the deep streets, bitch

And for all the haters, oops, i mean students

Learn to stay in your lane, keep it between students

Cause when you fuck with the teachers, yeah, cause they been students

They end up making you wishing you never seen or knew them

We're not from the followers, we're the ones who're followed

We the ones who're eaten and the ones who're swallowed

No hidin truth from the youths, we saw it early too

Difference is I was dirty then, now clean and thirty two

Haters wait and they hide, until you make a mistake

They wanna piece of the pie, you know, a piece of the cake

Until it's them on the ride, and they make a greater mistake

Then they peace outta sight and find peace in the hate

Swallow shame when you tried, follow process and faith

Swallow pain and your pride, follow progress with grace

With the hate as your guide, follow traces of fate

Cause love likes to hide in the places you hate

It's H