I think I get it now I think I finally understand where I stand in the crowd Yet feeling isolated How the f*ck are you alone in a room full of millions I hate how easily overcomed I get from my feelings These narratives are hard to keep up with But that’s what happens to an extra in these full length flicks Like yeah, you might be in the scene but you not gonna be featured You just undistinguished background in the bleachers Begging for a moment where you do something Anything just for the voucher Anything just to matter Cuz the world is so quick to let you know that you don’t Spit all the truth that you want. But hashtags make it woke And that’s a funny ass trend Motherfuckers say they up and yet they sleeping through life And this the time where you can’t tell nobody nothing I had a Caucasian stripper from Simi Valley Tell me what it is to be a black man in America Cuz like my family moved into the suburbs I wouldn’t know why Kaepernick would kneel Not everyone can be a Stephen A and give a hot take Yet there’s a dickhead saying news is fake Just for your own sake It’s more important to listen then to let the world know you instant ramen opinions That’s how you don’t push Fergal Devitt That’s whats best for business Excuse the wrestling reference But f*ck me, can I speak from my Truth Can I not be everyone else? Do you think I’m aloof Man my life is aloof I’m disconnected from my brethren in this world we pollute I shit talk and kripe walk while wearing Timberland boots I question love from my roots Cuz yeah...I push away if you accept me Cuz living in the moment makes me hesitate And I don’t wanna find out that the love is fake That shit would kill me. But damn, would ppl ever care I’m having doubts like Meryl Streep I gotta car I named Desire in the street And the engine still roaring The sky is still cloudy and the rain is still pouring Heavy Rain. Origami figures just to drown the pain away Sometimes I think the worlds is better if I fade away Cuz why I stay around these women They saying you’re great but you’re not right for me Then they past me to another and it’s rinse repeat Call me Bill Withers. I’m feeling dirty This is 30 Look in the mirror Look past that downtrodden exterior Stop acting like such a posterior You’re not superior Another year. Another chance to make the same mistake Stay off the web they cuffing niggas . Call it ape escape I guess this life was fate 30 years of being told that you’re not really black 30 years of stuck up bitches claiming that your wack 30 years of being iller than they ever thought They blast my shit on rooftops cuz 88 is back Multi talented legend just blending in the back Now tell me who is wack I hit em with a stupid flow and give em heart attacks A-Level game with a Theory. Call it MatPat I ain’t above being nerdy. That’s just how I act. That’s just who I am I told myself so many things would have been done by now But life don’t run on time limits The only limits is within your mind And once you’re seeing that, then you’re fine Some people don’t realize til they out of time And that’s the truth. So learn it early Goddamn. A nigga 30