Transients (Prod. Buzz Kill) Video (MV)

Shit became a little clear today
(I see this in my dreams)
A child's knife sliced through a man's beard today
(And he ain't even seventeen)
A lack of hope really take all the fears away
(Do you know what his future mean)
The pipes clear, ain't no Mario to lead the way
Its safe to say the plumbing ain't delayed 'cause they
Been on the school to prison pipeline
How you call it living if you victim for a lifetime
Wanna be a millionaire ain't even got a lifeline
Bust a couple threes maybe spit a couple nice lines
Nice was never efficient
Gotta kill a couple niggas just to make it out the kitchen
Everybody got a pistol ammunition for ambition
Got me wondering is murder assistant to competition
(Was it written)

You see my vision
Is it the mission
And I'll be driven as long as the sun is risen
The truth hidden
Its something missing
The chains glisten inside of my mental prison
You see its written in the way that we're conditioned
Thoughts vivid but I don't know what it take to make 'em listen
Venom bitten, hat tricking, at the will of a magician
Go lieutenant on these niggas got 'em all standing attention
The mind yearns for a chance to be
The heart wants what it wants and the hands receive
The eyes set a destination and the legs will lead as time flows and the soul gets free
The mind falls for the things you see
The heart wants everything and the hands will bleed
The eyes weep for the pain and the legs concede as time flows and the soul grows absentee
(We don't)

Am I a rebel
Or something special
A black kid that listen to heavy metal
Greeting the devil
Watching him meddle
He always know when I'm doing something regretful
I never settle for flowers without the petals
Never make it out the woods like that Hansel and Gretel
Hear him flowing from the soul and lyrics straight out the kettle
Always base it off a world full of treble
Biggest birds but nothing was every sesame
And Wall Street wolves be moving with no integrity
The government be quick to hit a nigga with a felony
But either misdemeanors or innocence for the legacies
A young ebony steady fighting his destiny
To be behind bars or slave to they supremacy
The lowest pedigree
Product of teen pregnancy
Peasantry in the present aggression his only specialty
Mentally off presently
Heavily needing therapy
Temporarily remedied
Medicated especially
Dipping in different settings, something fishy that I'm smelling
I ain't falling for the story that they selling me
(Hold up)
The mind yearns for a chance to be
The heart wants what it wants and the hands receive
The eyes set a destination and the legs will lead as time flows and the soul gets free
The mind falls for the things you see
The heart wants everything and the hands will bleed
The eyes weep for the pain and the legs concede as time flows and the soul grows absentee
(We don't)