Grey's Lament (Grandmotherland)

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We're still the most underrated, understated, blessed, known as major threats to state agent celebs, feds, my pen is Gary Webb

We well-dressed and distressed, far above the heads

Of these lukewarm plebs, that’s getting press just off they ends

That’s why a lotta favs I don’t rate, no disrespect

No depth, they just leveraging the strength of their connects

I’m like, oh word, you suckers wanna drop names?

We lick shots for Louis Riel, in the hometown of Tina Fontaine

Lotta rappers just dressed in cosplay

On some fake it ’til you make it for likes, but I got my eye on the long game Super Duty on a different thought plane

My girl talk like bell, but make money like Lashontae

No Ye, ‘cause they ain’t got the answers seeing no expansion

Throwing tantrums on socials, while we more like Sue Jo Hansen

And I’m just so handsome

My liberation anthems something like Fab Five Freddy meets Fredrick Hampton No black messiah, but who’s Judas?

Goons and legacy students (stooges), corporations co-opt movements

Man, we pushing more than just aesthetics of revolution

Buying more is no solution

I’m saying, since a child raised to do this

Scared to fail, sitting by my easel tryna ease the pain

Seasons change but still we feel the same, tears all in my paint

Eating cakes, dancing with these snakes, sleeping in the rain

We critically acclaimed but it seems all I see is mistakes

These aren’t the breaks though, don’t let these fuckers fool you, ‘cause nothing is peace Fake as allies, industry creeps

Thieves, posing as promoters frontin’ on fees, like please

As if you ain’t see what we did off of just one release

But somehow, you know they got us in the margins

Either that or PE logos, b-boys as targets

Then they look my in the face with a smile selling me garbage

Bigging up these cornball artists, with sex assault charges

That’s why my circle’s smaller than the blocks they minds confined in

‘Cause too many people’s actions and words aren’t in alignment

You’re supposed to be ahead of the curve, not running behind it

Word to the diversity deals some cats go signed with

I swear I’d scream if I could stop crying, tears of rage

They use my face, like we on the same page

And then these pigs kill a brother, they don’t act like it’s strange

But if I say “fuck the police” I get pulled off stage?

Of course, that’s the logic of the Great White North

They throw a tantrum over my language while ignoring the source

But you can’t ignore the fact my team is striking some chords

Any more complaints? See me in court