Fences Video (MV)

You can only understand it
If you come from under the hood and you're still standing
I abandoned my hope early when exposed to cope the pain by alcoholic slaves
Look
This is my escape
This is where I break
This is family common to be grabbing bottles from cabinets
Because the struggles have duplicated and turnt me to a clueless savage
I look back my life is fading friends family you name it
No help on how do I make it
Just a statement carved in pavement uh
Hold back my purpose
Cause you people think you can purchase hood knowledge through reading a blog
But you ain't in it till a bullet breaks your window
And the broken glass builds into a ghetto crescendo

I know that you can't see
Past the picket Fences
I know you think you're fancy
You've been
Born with
Second chances
I know that you can't see
Past the picket Fences
I know you think you're fancy
You've been
Born with
Second chances

We let them identify the past
Once you stole my glasses I'm blind to the present of life and my future identity
Knowing a human can't hold the power of imagery
Tell me you love
Tell me you want me
Tell me I'm accepted
Tell me you trust me
You painted a tainted image of me
Now that's what I believe
No escaping this leash of brokenness
You robbed the confidence in my identity
Hold Up
You don't paint my picture
You ain't the perfect man I read in my scripture
Humanly blind but spiritually I see an eternal vision
Would you choose healing from mud and saliva
Or your pupils missing in a prison
Came from the guts of the D
Where you gotta bleed for your needs
Ain't no sleeping with ease
This you get smacked for saving what's left of the grease
And where people look to trees for life
But the true source is who gives life to the trees

I know that you can't see
Past the picket Fences
I know you think you're fancy
You've been
Born with
Second chances
I know that you can't see
Past the picket Fences
I know you think you're fancy
You've been
Born with
Second chances

You look at me
Tell me what do you see
I'm more than what you think of me
You look at me
Tell me what do you see
I'm more than what you think of me

I know that you can't see
Past the picket Fences
I know you think you're fancy
You've been
Born with
Second chances
I know that you can't see
Past the picket Fences
I know you think you're fancy
You've been
Born with
Second chances

You've been
Born with
Second chances
You've been
Born with
Second chances
You've been
Born with
Second chances