Meek Modest - Internal Abrasion (Act 2) Lyrics

Escape the grasp
Of the sensation
From my past sins
Physical Mutualization

Never the right time
For this depth of a conversation

Black man suffer
Internal abrasion

Life done shown real cases
Ain't no need for stagen
Negas breaking legs
For show
That ain't yo! business

Be like a ghost did it
The way the notes
And flows atone spirits
High off life never liquored
Clearer liver life exquisitve

Almost, like I never did it

Still Jacking addicts pills
To Jacksonville
For training
Ona floating rock
18 raising cannons
Different battalions
Like bandannas

Picture Division within Unity
Combat cameras
Make it harder to
Evade the standards
No choice but to learn
My job backwards
To Cancel out extraneous
Factors

For cheese inquire taste
For crackers
In baking sun my wine sweeter
Kuz my berries blacker
Even when my heart
Fractured
Exude enough love
To withstand all hazards
Through all the trails I've gathered
Cry a song For grown babies battered
Kuz when wins get low
Familys all that matters

We all made of the
Same matter family
Just not biologically
More like consciously
Diamonds pressured
Under poverty
Like running Ricky
Shoulda hit the Ricky Bobby
All the way to the league
Or to college
Drag a racial appraisal
Run out of mileage
Before direction was Decided
Couldn't bear it when
You left Mike Conley
Bigger shoes to fill than Bronny
Before I'm walking in
The sky wit Lonnie
Swing Lyrical sword katana
Dry the water in my
Eyes Katara

Hard not to blame my father

All this digital drama
Care for your health Obama
Meek into growing
Green & counting commas
Ask the Dolly Llamma
Do burga, shoots wit cannan
Around & Outta this world
But I ain't even plan-et
Loved the gun club
But not the standards
Took the knowledge
Then dipped
For my own advantage

Shawty PMS'ing
Man dem PCS'ing
Permanent change of station

Non numeric equation

Empath chose the wrong
Career path
Went from blood bath
To blood bath
White flags turn tah red flags
Baghdad
Not like had a bad dad

Remember days asa young lad
Everybody ask
Where ya dad at
Nega wit the baldy yacht
Fat pack probably got the stacks
Tell em
He soon come back

Here In the flesh
Mentally A drift
Not really here in spirit
Since kid I could feel it
Still don't really Get it
Bare minimalist
Tryna protect an image
School hard knocks
Permanently suspended

Escape the grasp
Of the sensation
From my past sins
Physical mutualization

Never the right time
For this depth of a conversation

Black man suffer
Internal abrasion

Can we change the equation