Fuel (feat. Portugal. The Man & The Last Artful, Dodgr)

P is for the city P is for, P is for, for the city P is for, for the ci-, ci-, city P is for, P is for the city where it all began I'm an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barnes Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier of 30 gone Who lost hope but still journeyed on Yet I'm the reason we gon' have to get the gurney for him Karma police carrying customized cuffs for me I hope these taped up guns still bust for me I had the whole world, it wasn't enough for me It got me feelin' like the Lord lost trust for me I made a means to an end when there were no wins I burned bridges, I had sworn to be eternal friends The last ones I ever intended to turn against Until we grew our separate ways like fraternal twins So to the chosen few with whom I need to reconcile My mother's mother, my only brother, my second child I've always loved you, although that was rarely said aloud So take forever, I guess better late than never proud I'm gonna breathe in the bellows with the apple on my head Hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands Gonna drown in the shallows, ashes in the bay Never lookin' back until there's nothin' in my way Yo, identify with the dead or the livin', I don't know Maybe my people set up the fall like a domino America, the beautiful, go ask Geronimo What's the worst they could do to you? I bet my mama know I bet my father know your Honor'd throw the book at us Even if justice wasn't blind, she'd never look at us I want that clutch of what I could not touch I was tryna get what I could get before I get locked up And when that death clock struck I was depressed enough to go ahead and press my luck They held me down so long, I figured I should just rise up Like helium from the delirium Tryna change my skin color like a chameleon But are my best years of life behind us still ahead of me? What would I leave behind if I was over everything? The foundation for creation of a better me That's honestly the true definition of legacy, do it I'm gonna breathe in the bellows with the apple on my head Hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands Gonna drown in the shallows, ashes in the bay Devil on my back and there's a demon in my way Goddamn it! I said now Told you once, can't fool me twice Hate to be the bearer of bad advice What I see before my eyes, bear witness (P is, P is for the city) Fuel the fire (P is for, P is for, for the city) To light the path of least resistance (P is for the city, for, for the city) Resistance Yo, they say my seed is a future threat, that's all too correct For that two fifths of a man, that barrel to your neck Goddamn it, the hot hammer get all due respect For the young cell block cannon that calls you collect After runnin' multiple rings like the Dream Team Tryna breathe and touch keys like Kaseem Dean Supreme cream, his hands so dirty, it seemed clean Scream murder, watchin' 30 for 30, here go the theme, nigga I'm gonna breathe in the bellows with the apple on my head It's hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands Gonna drown in the shallows with the lovebirds in the bay Never lookin' back until there's nothin' in my way P is for the city, for the P is for, for, for, for the city P is for, for the ci-ci-city P is for, P is for, for the city where it all began