Who am I if I can't be me, who are you to tell me what I am if you don't see me
Society steady force feeds we to who they want us to be, collisions of calamity and destiny
Abominations of humanity that praises duplicity, aborting our individuality
Upsetting to know our children will be hindered to grow from a country always telling us no, will we learn I may never know
These thoughts I rarely show, matrimonies of peace I propose
Hope over fear I transpose, giving wisdom unto those who refuse the probes
Will that constitute having long life, seeing Happyness strive for a long time with my family and a wife
My elders said I was meant to be a prophet who grew from the darkness, but will I profit being honest? I Can't Call It
This World Tryna Creep Up On Me Yo
I Can't Call It
Late Nights Losing Sleep Yo
I Can't Call It
Rapping To These Rhythms & Beats
I Can't Call It
Yo I Can't Call It, Yo I Can't Call It
Is My Son Gone Be Better Than Me?
I Can't Call It
Can You Feel The Lyrics I Speak?
I Can't Call It
I'm walking down this road writing the thoughts my mind has never spoke
Provoked by human activities stabbing at my hope
Flowing quotes some refer to as dope, others perceive it as joke
I used to be aware of everyone else's business till I started looking at my own decisions
You can't tell a person how to have Thanksgiving dinner when you don't even clean the dishes in your own kitchen
Don't call my records dissing lest a message is missing
We make it business to tell our business how we feeling how we dealing with life's decisions
I was blind like so many of us at a time, and sometimes
Not much of a praying man, got too much in my head to bare at his hands
Cut my lock strands to be strong like Israel, started smoking herb strands to feel myself in ethereal
I know it's all in my head, but reality sucks and being high helps me feel, is that real?
This World Tryna Creep Up On Me Yo
I Can't Call It
Late Nights Losing Sleep Yo
I Can't Call It
Rapping To These Rhythms & Beats
I Can't Call It
Yo I Can't Call It, Yo I Can't Call It
Is My Son Gone Be Better Than Me?
I Can't Call It
Can You Feel The Lyrics I Speak?
I Can't Call It
Can I Eat Before I D.I.E.?
I Can't Call It
No I Can't Call It, Nah I Can't Call It
Can’t Call It by SoL Featuring by Waeko Swami
Performance was STAYonLIT
Lyrics were Composed in SoL / Hook by Waeko Swami
Published via Embold with SoL
Written to Grimey by Mayor
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