Gravity

[Produced by THEMpeople/ Nick Jacobs on Guitar] [Verse 1: TheMIND] The mind's flawed Deception in every hood like my nigga Rocky sidewalk Try hard and die hard Even in the future Bruce Willis can't save y'all And the proof is in the pudding and the poison is where the lies are And the cameras where the flies are So if you feel like you're being watched, chances are (you are) [Interlude: TheMIND and Ms. Jones] Transmission lost [?] all around my [?] I can't touch [?] I can't tell if I'm lost alone, dead or sleep [?] conscience for my hunger [Verse 2: TheMIND] Universe is drifting, seen it when I was 16 Around the same time when America needed an idol My mixtape needed a title and I needed a rival Shit, I still do cause ain't a soul in the Milky Way close to a nigga like me Take a hit of love, hope I OD Cause the world is waiting to lay it all up on your shoulders Pray gravity forgives or it's over [Verse 3: Dott Tahil] Where did all these niggas come from, I know you never seen ya Gotta do my own thing so hey I may never see ya Again and again and again and again I try to take off and fly Show me to the nearest cliff, show me to the nearest lift Also you probably shouldn't let me into my zone All a man really need is headphones, no no [Verse 4] BK representer, I was birth in '89 On the 11th of December, the day Sam Cooke died Whoever thought that I would be the one to make changes I'm all about the peace, but not afraid to use a stainless I really know what pain is, I'm over-analytic I know what it's like to not trust the ones you live with I used to be a gymnast and that's word to my mama That I had my old apartment looking like Tijuana I was all about a dollar I had more hustles than ghetto bitches had drama Forgive me from being vulgar, I'm a problem solver Last shell in the revolver I'm not a lover, I'm a brawler, or a shopper, I'm a mauler All praise be to Allah, I rose from the squalor And I ain't ever shiver through the blizzars that I conquered I came out unscathed then a homie assured me that We would make it out the hood somehow, some way It's no jobs, low pay, more shame, uh And less schools, more tools, new slaves, uh And this time it ain't all about race It's just more about the freedom of the decision you can make And in course of your fate, of course you alright When you got food that's grown in the lab on your plate I lived in so many states and them struggles be the same It seems as if holidays the only time we celebrate Like everyday in a gift, I had to shift views The only way to make something is to pay dues And if you really trying to get it sun is shaped too I'm at a point now I feel that I can't lose I ain't condoning, rather I'm reflecting Just looking at the choices I thought I had at the moment When shit was all a facace I thought it was hard Cause nobody really taught me how to reach for the stars That's an excuse though