In Adam

They shootin’

They shootin’

They shootin’ outsides while we fucking.

Listen,

Ya’ll can’t see what’s

clearly in front your eyes.

So many distractions 

You’re blinded 

and calcified.

Shaking hands with 

Demons in the night,

Trapped in the light,

Passing ya’ll their guilt

with a smite. 

Believing they’re right that

we’re alive 

when most of ya’ll already dead.

Soular actors,

Fantasy-filled factors,

Rooted in deception

And upheld by hidden masters.

They say,

We perish from 

The lack of knowledge though

knowledge is really

autonomous. 

Why tell us to pray to 

ancestors who remain

anonymous?

Can’t you tell?

That you’re already in

hell? 

Nah man,

Put’cho soul back up

on the shelf.  

It ain’t up for sell.

What the hell?!

Recognizing 

at last it was 

YOU.

Pontius too!

Looking for the tree

while holding the fruit. 

Empty pursuits. 

Lying to yoself 

Like you’re 

obtaining “the truth.”

The mind’ll make you think that

home is a

place of solitude.

Guess God was poet, too. 

Tail in yo mouth,

You chasing dissatisfaction. 

Niggas really 

Pitiful

in preconceived infractions. 

Fuck a redaction. 

Blind leading the blind 

only ends up in 

subtraction. 

You bout that action?

I guess that’s what real niggas do -

fulfill contracts, son. 

A collective level of maturity  

is what’s failing us.

Pre-political posts

on Twitter is what 

Cancelled us.

I’ll call your bluff. 

Congratulations! 

You’re finally faintly famous. 

Finally leap into

lameness.

You sold out, and it’s heinous.

Following trends 

that’ll never sustain us.

Can you blame us?

Parlaying wit opps 

like Nicodemus.

Yo, who raised us?

Can you believe?

The things you now see

ain’t reality.

But, what I want it to be from

inside of me. 

Freedom is godliness

while recognizing the God in us,

Still, we’re made of dust.

Operating when your 

soul’s been crushed.

While living out that

“in God we trust” 

It’s a lie. 

I’m realizing 

in Adam I fly. 

It’s a lie, 

I’m realizing 

in Adam I fly. 

It’s a lie, 

I’m realizing 

in Adam I fly. 

(Shout out to Lauryn Hill)