Anarchist Finch - 080619 Lyrics

You ain't brown enough
You ain't white enough
You get down too much
Who am I to judge
Damn

No really who am I, can you tell me
Been tryna figure for myself
It ain't helping
Am I the symposiarch ruling over dark
I'm feeling cut up just like an open heart
Man I'm feeling like I'm bout to hit my roof
I'm so up and down
But only place I'm focused is the booth
Man I'm bokeh out it
I really hope you're doubting so it ain't just me
My mind's plastered with a sign declaring vacancy
So I don't see you when you wave at me
I've got a dead pool I've been wading in
But wait a min
I feel like my bones are weighed down by the state I'm in
My home ain't proud to see the way I've been
No phone call out here to savour and
It's lonely in the space that I'm playing in
I'm floating far away from the saviour
That I'm praying with

You ain't brown enough, you ain't man enough
You ain't loud enough, you don't stand enough
You ain't white enough, you ain't tanned enough
You ain't hype enough, you ain't grand enough

You ain't white enough
You ain't brown enough
You don't write enough
Feel I'm out of luck
Damn

Times have changed since I smiled to see the light of day
Known to hide away, my smile's faded to a kind of grey
But I ain't signed my fate
I've got my pride although it's mild of late
Only wish I had the peace of mind of some kind of pay
The signs have stayed
Although inside it's all defiled and empty
The shelves are there
But the wares are all a vacant memory
The floors are filthy and a tenth of the rent is plenty
I guess I should have left but hindsight is 20/20
Could make a hit and not have fortified tomorrow with it
Get a thousand plays but not afford to buy a lotto ticket
The plot has thickened
Can't sleep while I have that to bury
Kinda start to think I might have peaked
With I feel bad already