Young Eye

Usually I wait a couple bars But ain't no time for that between doomsday and a day job, ay Prolly I should wait a couple summers But I'mma drop gems on you before the sky above us do Blue ink on yellow paper, try'nna make it green Red numbers in my life, rent due by the fifteenth People holding pink slips, investing hopes in color schemes But Young Eye, few things be how they seem out here There's mad layers like a five cheese pizza Try'nna see past, it remind me of Nina She said, "a child's eyes's freedom It's not clouded with the fear of seeing" I'm paraphrasing, but what I mean is Even if the face behind the mahogany desk now orange We been governed by the green, and black overlords Scope of the owners in the canvas And the brushes and the paint But ay... they can't own your eyeballs Baby, I know it burn bright Don't let your eyes adjust Keep 'em wide open though It might just, just might Dark fronting like a shining light Don't let your eyes adjust I'm writing this to you while you're still in the womb Or you might be we're not sure, but the period's overdue In nine months if you're really there, try'nna peak through Know that few things be what they appear to, out here The fascist agenda in fashion again though My fam' in Paris feel the right wing wind blow Charlie out in the US, she might wanna move again though My boy in London said, 'cue the crescendo', ay Neo Nazis marching in Stockholm again though Half of those fools caught in the Stockholm syndrome Ain't no making excuses for a Nazi or defending them But I still ain't seen a newborn with an emblem on 'em Somebody taught them to see Through a lens skewed by a couple thousand years Of Colonial power-tripping and scheming There's a reason we call them 'the powers that be' They be there... ssh, they still be there Still divide and conquer then pocket the profit then leave They ain't down with your Uncle Mohammad, your Uncle That's why they building walls out of False prophecies, they know it's all gravy Long as the sauce pouring out the screen Oh baby, I know it burn bright Don't let your eyes adjust Keep 'em wide open though It might just, just might Dark fronting like a shining light Don't let your eyes adjust