Balance

I've got apologies, philosophies- not enrolled in a college, see And I've always been a fan of logical theology Man across the hall is a major in anthropology Lucky I'm surrounded by hunger for where the knowledge be Some'll cast me off as a truant and not a scholar With kids on the honor roll, but in truth I'm really more scholarly Classes were accelerated till I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders slippin And stepped, cause I couldn't balance right I got these niggas trying to tell me that the way to regain it is education But not if I feel this callous, right? The only for the equalization of me to the relativity of the world Is to use my talent right I've got a spectrum of perspective, but it's lessons from experience I study to progress And use my pallette, right? Right . . right? Or am I wrong, nigga Somebody tell me before I start writin' songs, nigga Back to photography; I can see they've got a positive But that ain't bigger than the negative that I've got Ignorance is bliss- when the bigger picture's developed Maybe niggas'll listen better whenever I talk I caught that, but it's only because I wrote it though Constantly upon the sativa, but focused though - Nigga, could you check the flow? It's more advanced than the under the table plans Of the nation for which you stand for - If you had a stethoscope For things intangible, you could then put it up to my heart And hear it demands more Nigga, could you check the flow? .. nigga, could you check the flow? Probably not; But the scariest part of the current phase is it's a stepping stone I'm getting better every second, niggas better know If this was a battlefield you'd probably call the medics But this is the present, so you just downvote on reddit I let the flow just unravel, and niggas couldn't test it And since nobody's got the answers I just ask the questions Till I hear something I like, nigga Then I incorporate that into the way I live my life, nigga Niggas acting like they're following rules Like God himself told him that was something he couldn't do Like, why the fuck do you think that after thousands of years We're finally getting through that everybody's equal? Unless you talkin . . 'bout Equaleyes There's only one of those, and never will a sequel lie Upon the earth . . or you universe My originality's the reason evil dies Antagonist to rappers and kin to an emcee I exposed myself to the world till my shell was empty Left the shelter with skepticism directed at me From multiple sources with questions who couldn't tell I'm ready Step one Burn the bridges Step two Pick your head up Step three Make decisions And understand it's only you who decides where you'll end up