Backstage in Minneapolis

Lately, I don't feel a thang, mama I'm Joe Swanson to the pain, mama Tryna be a family guy, but I'm Bruce Wayne, mama Cold-hearted, I can feel the ice up in my veins, mama Once they take the feeling, there ain't nothing they can take, mama My only saving grace was loving them anyway I see 'em with they two cents, gettin' they pennies straight Knock 'em down, nigga, I could do that shit any day I feel icky, knowing I was playing they petty game Now I'm lookin' at 'em like lil' bro Just another misguided woman, she ain't a lil' hoe Lately, I don't wallow, I just be gettin' a lil' low Focus on the people around me that need a lil' hope You punching me doin' zero damage And I'm just watching you, knowing I got a big advantage You all emotion, I get it, I used to be the same But maybe if you tell me what's hurting, I probably understand it I fuckin' love you, won't you understand it Life is 'bout connection, my nigga, we take the stuff for granted They like Israel, loading up another cannon Bombing everything in sight, don't care where the fuck it's landing So it's up to me to end the war Drawing up a treaty when I could easily send the force Cancelling the missiles, when I could easily let 'em soar Putting down the AK's, knowing that I could let 'em off I'm powerful beyond measure Always giving grace, I got a lot extra Hit you with a kind gesture Just for you stab me in the back and I don't mind ever Loving in this world that we live in is a blind effort When I see 'em coming for me, do I get surprised? Never Stepping to the sun, thinking they can make it shine lesser Diamond in the ruff, shine better when applied pressure Hope you get the lesson same day like I am prime member Take away that heavy burden from you like it's my pleasure Shoulder all the pain, still balling like I'm Prime Webber Hoping that you tune in to this message like a signed letter Live this shit like God sent ya, yeah I don't feel the shots, I don't feel the jabs Did you need something, you just gotta ask I don't get jealous, never in my bag Nothing really bothers me at all, that's what get 'em mad Why you don't react? Tell 'em they was wrong I left it up to God, the sprinter truckin' on Don't you feel the pain? Honestly, I don't Niggas still pissy over nothing and I let it go I saw your actions, made some observations I paid attention to your faces and your body language I watch 'em struggle with themselves and they moods They ain't never in control, like the ocean to the moon Let it go, you win, if you hate 'em back, you lose It's a battle for your soul, all the drama is a rouse If you sittin' up depressed, and they see that you a mess They forget the fight, what they really want is coming true Smiling in the face of hate, something you could never take Inner joy, even at my lowest I'ma levitate Saw you pushing hella hate, you just look pathetic mate Had to set the record straight, now let's sit and let it play