Ursa Major - Polaris lyrics

[Hook] Nothing really changed round here I tried to stay the same round here We been lookin' up to the stars (right?) We the real stars round here [Verse 1] Learn for yourself, don't trust what they discussin' Like: I had to read to learn Uncle Tom wasn't 2nd grade portrait, black was the wrong color Art teacher turned her eyes, guess the truth was too awkward Swore I was the man for at least two summers Invites to bat mitzvahs, yarmulkes made custom A titans I clashed cultures, coming of age wondrous Black girls I wanted fronted, seen these white girl numbers On my phone, Same as mike, who we buried before diplomas Oscar nominees, learned to smile while we was hurtin' Earning superlatives while dad was at the corner Like a boxer, not a dealer dealing with round 2 of lymphoma Is it over, is it over? Too faded to watch the fight Catchin Sportscenter highlights after living my nights I guess it must why I like Simba and Batman We was all kids prepping for life without dad [Hook] Nothing really changed round here I tried to stay the same round here We been lookin' up to the stars (right?) We the real stars round here [Verse 2] V2 (It be like) Star light, star bright The first star I see tonight I wish I may, I wish I might! Have the wish I wish tonight Let me see some stars tonight, make sure that my bars are tight Make sure that my flow is finer than the china I can't buy Who knows, maybe I'll get signed Pay for my studio time Ghost write for my favorite artists, trust me homie I won't mind Cuz Im sick, and I'm tired, wanna start before retiring I got bars, I be rhyming, switch it up like Dennis Rodman Took my first steps out in gotham Nobody wants to be Robin By myself, one man mob Ton of thorns like billy bob Looking up I see the stars, but these days they just seem so far For a... Son of a foreigner Who was the seed of a farmer Peaceful guy, wouldn't harm a Fly, but these times are harder Scar tissue forming that i can't runaway from Never been a liar, been too honest from my day one Scared to be a father cuz i wasn't such a great son [Hook] Nothing really changed round here I tried to stay the same round here We been lookin' up to the stars (right?) We the real stars round here [Verse 2] V3 Tell me bout the stars you seein' from city buildings When every dream is billed, and all you see are your limits Me and my affiliates we came to a consensus We ain't like the safe route, we do it a lil different You doin' this for riches or doin it for the women? I need to know your motives before we gettin' to business Cuz the weak fold like cards when doubts get in their crevice Cuz I'm not wasting bars on drinkers who don't know limits Im all about my lyrics, you know it by what I'm spitting Im sinning in every step but I'm movin' towards redemption This isn't my best, but snippets of whats to come Too smart for my own good, wishin' that i was dumb Nas album is done, he told me start a label I did it with all my brothers, my middle name is Abel So far from stable, they thinkin' I'd be embarra**ed Why you always lookin' up? Cuz I'm lookin' for Polaris [Outro] They ask me how I'm doin, "surviving" is my recent answer/ I got a college degree and dad's got cancer/ You see, something always stops you when you couldn't get happier So all things considered, my recent answer is a decent answer Surviving... d**h coming quick, so I'm trying to live faster Lookin' at my past, remindin' myself I'm past it Heart on my sleeve, hope that still in fashion Cuz I have no time to change, and nothing else to match it No rest for the weary And everyone's aware what the other person's wearing It seems clear my seams ain't Milan or Paris/ But based on my apparel, my nonchalance is apparent These days, I fear becoming my own parents Growing up's an art, one that I've already mastered There's pain in my paintbrush there's pa**ion in my pastels Didn't invent honesty, but i got the patents Far from superficial but, tell me where the cash is Cuz right now I'm so po(or), call me kung fu panda Sippin' on a malta, thinkin on manana Winners rite history, what losers rite dnt matter This is game of thrones, all eyes on the castle Tryna see some cubans, got me feeling like the mavericks Do you hear the underdog in my undertones? The heart and soul of a poet never thrown a bone? Never left alone wen everything is goin' wrong I put on... My headphones and my best colognes Nd I'm Flowin: Steady as the beatin drum Kokoum on metronome Like to tell it how it is Not so much "I told u so" Martin don't have dreams no more Marvin knows what's goin on I don't wanna be "The One", can i be the oracle? Or rather Start a rally right in Bill O'Reilly's home A near riot with white kids full of violence Inspired by a spiritual, but blame it on a rap song Let a cla** of child soldiers marchin, all tag along Wit a giant poster sayin "Bill, you were right all along" I be hearin' no, more than I be hearin' yes/ But that's only because of all the voices in my head/ Can't pay my debts, but I can pay my respects/ Rest in peace to any and all regrets/ Makin' music not excuses, me and all my friends/ if I die music dies too, Ritchie Valens I see it all clear, no need for corrective lens/ Treat my future like it happened I be using the past tense/ Had a fall out with some boys , they was on some Pete Wentz You can't cla**ify me, I'm cutting cla** again/ Yes yes, college's ferris bueller/ Refuse to suffer lectures if I can find it on google/ Helped jocks get smarter, no tutor/ Help thugs aim higher, no ruger/ Help nerds get cooler/ Help men get green without becoming lex luther/ Help promiscuous women be a lil more prudent/ Helping you helps me be a lil more human/ So you don't help nothin' when u choose to stay stupid/ This for the kids who told me who I wasn't black enough/ For the bougie girls in wack clubs, who declined all of my polite requests for them to back it up Are you in front or behind it? No frontin' when the cameras on I'm outside my comfort zone, I kinda like it tho My mind knows no limits like its racin' on the Autobahn Nothin more than a vignette Of a grown kid still wonderin: are we there yet So... Are we there yet? Are we close? How do we get it without steppin' on toes? My inner alcoholic wants to skip to the toast And my soul wants to be Free like the BET host I wish a lot of things, but that I was deaf most Cuz my life don't compare to my favorite Mos Def quotes As of late...