Kevin - Report Card Day lyrics

Verse 1 I try focus on myself rather than at others Try reach a hundred souls than a platinum album I fight the…frustrations of a young man f** damn, what we gotta do to get us out the struggle? I pride myself from within ‘Cause the stats say my dreams Are impossible to free So the world won't hear my story that I really wanna tell? It's from the man's eyes who's locked up in a cell It's from a kid's eyes whose mother won't get well I STRESS THE IMPORTANT OF MY WORDS I STRESS THE IMPORTANT OF MY WORDS Put me on the longest tree so that way I will be heard Put me on the shoulders of giants I wanna see further than a regular would Ain't never waiting for a n***a that's gon' tell me I could I been stepped on And walked on More than I should “Boy change your walk and talk, acting you're hood” I tried to tell these n***as I ain't rapping for figures They wanna shoot my dreams down See we're from a small town Ironically big enough to home many strippers Many k**ers, drug dealers Sisters selling their bodies on every corner my eyes on But who am I, who am I to tell them their lives wrong I told them that wish to be a sort of conscious rapper They told that that dream is torn like condom wrapper Look myself in the mirror and homeboy don't smile Look myself from the inner and you'll see I cry And Lincoln told me to quit fighting the n***as of the industry It's sort of hard ‘cause they do it for publicity Don't get me wrong I love to see my black brothers shine But ain't prepared to help another black soul die Real Hip Hop is beneath the surface, I'm deep My haters and the f**ing vultures lurking, I see They say my values and my culture's lacking since I rap f** all that, f** all that Yeah I said it, f** all that Tired of people who think they know better And if you look closely than you'll notice they do no better…with their lives Their small minds discuss people Or do evil Or whatever or whatever falls between them Two bullets in his chest Two bullets in his chest And she wondering how is it they say she f**ing blessed When all these n***as don't want nothing from her but her a** While my mother prepped my food I never made her happy but I wish this next report card would And in the game I feel pain like Terrell Taylor did Think I'm different from these n***as like what Marshall is Like when they showing off their bling up on that TV screen Or when they f**ing pistoling for no f**ing reasoning Instead of being in Princeton we just end up in prison All praise to the most high Yeah, all brains float to their most high Wiz Khalifa playing low A$AP Rocky playing low Ask us why we're weeding, watch our problem all escape and go This our side our parents never ever get to f**ing know Shout out to my n***a Zoe Yous a who*e when getting no…who*es when other n***as do It ain't our fault that's what they taught…us when we was growing up It's in our system, in our blood You get crippled, watch out Cuz b**h! And no I didn't let hip hop die on October 22nd Nor did I let it die on September 27th But even if, if I did She'd prolly hop on some wings and make her way to holy heaven