Stick with the team like i’m kobe
Covered in some silverware, mistook me for a trophy uhuh uh
Gotta weave then i’m throwing
We ain’t all on violence though and i don’t do heroics
But i kinda look like spider man, see morals from a mile away
Fly back to the mother land, they might give me the time of day
Spending money quickly cos i can’t afford the time it takes
That’s why i lie awake, see
She only wants me for a light skin
Told her that ain’t my thing
Cos i know i’m valuable
My heritage is priceless
Thе way i looks a trend
So the activists are typing
But half of thеm don’t mean it, please believe in what you’re write
Cos in life we do a lot of laps
Chasing after dreams
And if it’s honour over everything
There ain’t no other meanings
But these dreams that i’ve been seeing, they’ve been changing how i’m feeling
I’m tired of the tiredness, money to my demons
And time goes to the man, am i a human being?
Being trapped, with no plans, just grinding til im bleeding
If i speak up… they let me know my place
If i act up… then they compare me to an ape
But if you’re black in modern day then that’s a lucky break
Back then they were cracking whips, all over a small mistakes
*whisper* so me an all my n#gg#s keep it hush in public space
Cos one minor misdemeanour and our colour crack the case
It’s the rat race
Running in the rat race
Judgement in this area, probably my black face
I can’t see it clear enough
Going out the back way
We’ve been crying years you know
Need to get your fact straight
I wanna wear my chains, lele, cos i bought em
But that lady looking strangely like i should be at an auction
I don’t know her parents and i don’t know what they taught her
Next she clutched her purse and she started turbo walking
I have to laugh at all these silly situations
Cos i can’t blame myself but there’s no way i’m mistaken
In stating my complexion pays a factor in the friction
I mean i could blame the system but it’s people lacking wisdom
Im the meniacle menace
The style yeh it’s vintage
Don’t you, tarnish my image
I’ll get the place spinning
You can in-ject him with venom the powers will kick in
Get expensive with the pen, i’ll charge a 10 if it’s written
And then im back to the colony with crocodile and waloby
Out here for survival so i’ll kill before the poverty
Light turned off in class and it resulted in them mocking me
I’ll stick to my philosophies and write it off like socrates
In the bible it says to respect your neighbours
If you can’t respect my colour, i don’t owe you ain’t favours
It’s like asking paris hilton for an algebra equations
Like please look at the state of her, how she writing statements
Look what a faker does, when they should be paper chasing
Ain’t no debating baby, you can ask me later maybe
Hah like i ain’t really got no faith in it
Rings on like a patriot
Tell my man to bake a bit
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Jesi Lyrics – Rat Race