Nick Travis - Spectrum Lyrics

For your eyes, I can show you
Who's the God that you go to
Close my eyes in the mirror
Both my eyes will behold you, both my eyes will behold you

I am black, first and foremost
My black skin can dirty up a white suit
I think I need soup, cause I'm sick as a bitch
I taking more dose, open up more doors, chugging down Dos

Equis, like jeez la weez, say what you want of me
F*ck your freedom of speech and college degree
Arrested cause I'm driving too slow
I think he made his mind up when approaching to me
That I would die in the street or having a longer release
I ain't reaching for nothing, my ids on the seat
This the shit that other folks can't feel but see
Another nigga, locked up, with them other niggas

I'm tired of being faded, no no, I mean I'm tired of being wasted, Minimum wages
Going through these stages, of adulthood, the keys in a safe so we caged in these cages
For various ages, so we dance for the master and we celebrate when we finally made it
I'm not appreciated, I guess I'm tired of being basic, tired of being hated

I be thinking like Sincere, but be treated like Buns, imma human to y'all
But I ain't treated like one, niggas try check me when I'm growing my funds
That's why I got a fanny pack strapped holding my gun, I ain't shooting for fun
Unless I need a reason, I don't need to squeeze it
Feeling empty when I wanna leave it imma keep it, tucked in my waist
Try to keep a smile on my face, either way I'm judged by my race

In the lead of this race, I'm a GOAT, all I needed to say, yeah
I can save the world now, say f*ck the world tomorrow, I don't see no mistakes, yeah
And I don't care, that you care, that I don't care
Can't compare anywhere, even with a long stare
Long stairs off to somewhere, Making America Great Again
But the gear is something that I won't wear

Only red white blue I acknowledge is the barber shop
TAPER FADE!
I feel close that the change is a day away
But we ain't closer to a change, I'm afraid to say
I feel so proud on MLK day, next day it's like

Buckshot on them, how do you want it
Only one shot, this is my only moment
I need a bonus, for a bonus, directing like Chris Nolan, up early in the morning
Son of God, full of wise, generalized, the realest folks talk lots of shit and general lies
Last stop, you gotta choose, either him or I
Shits like a court case when you win your life, yeah

For your eyes, I can show you
Who's the God that you go to
Close my eyes in the mirror
Both my eyes will behold you, both my eyes will behold you