Even a Blind Man

Nobody else is doing what I do on the mike

Throwing shade just because they think I grew in the light

I've been spiked with the truth, LSD in my sprite

Even Blind, I would bloom with my third eye sight

I never was the chef but I'm cooking up cuban ice

Bumping tunes as I cruise through

Cash rules everything around me

So what's the price of denial

You don't need to try the poison if you're drinking from the vial

No need to hide from crocodiles swimming in the Nile

The eye in the sky number five on the dial

Won't be surprised if the revolution is televised

To be honest it's the only way to catch our eyes

So bite the hands that feed us right through the cage

I'm raging, no stage and

No time for the scheduled

Product placement, it's amazing

What we'll live with

What we'll deal with

Watch 'em steal this, huh?

If you say you wanna help, but you really mean yourself

Go home you're the problem

Claiming hate for the fakes then you flake

I'll be better on my own, you're the problem

Yeah

Middle fingers to the front

Middle fingers to them fuckers when they front

You're the problem

You're the problem

You're the problem

So I'm probably going kamekaze

On these carbon copy Neo-Nazis

Taking Oxy's tryna stop me

And it's certain that I'm hurting any person

With intentions of polluting up our minds

With Illusions

Yeah, maybe violence never gives us any silence

But they televised the riots so we'd buy it wasn't quiet

That's a problem

And I'm out here to solve one

Step one, cut the power to the white house

Step two, creep inside when the light's out

Step three, sleeping bodies with the knife out

Step four, night night, now it's my house

Yeah, I ain't talking 'bout treason

But I think we've got a good reason

Shit won't change with the seasons

Yeah, even a blind man sees it, so

If you say you wanna help, but you really mean yourself

Go home you're the problem

Claiming hate for the fakes then you flake

I'll be better on my own, you're the problem

Yeah

Middle fingers to the front

Middle fingers to them fuckers when they front

You're the problem

You're the problem

You're the problem

Now I should ask the Donald if all the drama we view in the news is truly a problem

Or if it's something abused

Like power tactics and drugs by politicians and thugs, immaculate when I fuck

But my mental state feeling stuck

See, what the hell is a bug to the underside of a Yeezy?

Unless I come with the money this isn't gonna be easy

I think that the people need me

So this is trying, as they're struggling and crying, carried in the arms of Zion

See

I could follow papa, read about the kabbalah, watch Grease, sing along

Sha-na-na-na

But I'm not the son he wanted that's Apollo, that's my little brother

Black sheep, wool running mad deep

Got it from my momma, knitting sweaters in the winter

Lemonade up in the summer

Childhood felt spent getting misunderstood

Now I'm standing at a crossroads

Looking inside, found my piece of mind, when I opened up my eyes

That's why

If you say you wanna help, but you really mean yourself

Go home you're the problem

Claiming hate for the fakes then you flake

I'll be better on my own, you're the problem

Yeah

Middle fingers to the front

Middle fingers to them fuckers when they front

You're the problem

You're the problem

You're the problem