sorry it had to be me yet  again
Like why ain’t mavi put the key in my hands 
Descended into hating me for it
Ended up thanking me for it 
I keep the same face cause I’m cordial 
Not to placate for a morsel 
First held a whole baby my mama age when she had me
 let em feel how they want say I’m all the rage I’m glad
But when they turn n show they shoulders can’t be mad 
Jus finished pushing this Boulder up this hill and now I’m crashing down it 
I’m sorry it had to be me 
I’m sorry but you have to be free 
Push this shotgun in your back the last thing I want is to squeeze 
Only motion we can’t fly w is freeze
Only emotion I can’t tolerate fear
Maybe in older lives but god placed me here 
Cant be a socialite I watched niggas sneer
I’m sorry that your path brought you here it’s so near
But the finish line just hug my solarplexus more dearly
Across the goal line I tow my co-conspirators
All of em tote iron 
they know how golden my spirit is
Our moms unearthed diamonds 
god bless the bridges that lent em to me
We walk together forever until the end my nigga
I’m sorry it had to b us
Not sorry that you couldn’t capture our trust 
You wasn’t there when shit was hectic
Hollins smoke detector metronome
The depths of negative account balance and sour malice home 

Kept our dreams the wildest 
Swept what they allowed us
Weapons all around 
Weeds is spreading spraying round up
Consecutively outdone em
I pat my pockets count dust 
Lessening perspective on what stressing gon amount to 
A scepter by a nightstand 
To reticent for crowns 
Niggas know I run the town 
Now they shit ran in the ground huh
I’m sorry but I’m not fucking sorry
Niggas started tryna kill me I thought we was sparring 
Gloves off
Jus Lil blood loss never love lost 

I took the gloves off 
So now it’s whatever y’all want dawg

SORRY [prod. Jay Versace]

Baking Soda

Doves

Laughing so Hard, it Hurts

Reason!

Spoiled Brat

High John

drunk prayer

i'm so tired

shadowbox

latch

i did

too much to zelle

open waters (feat. Malaya)

the giver

grindstone

Landgrab feat. Earl Sweatshirt

Potluck

Jammers Anonymous

The Pilot

Mender

Silent Film

Heavy Hand

G-ANNIS FREESTYLE

Denise Murrell

Typewriter (feat. Kenny Mason)

Landgrab (feat. Earl Sweatshirt)

31 Days

Triple Nickel (feat. MIKE)

five minutes writing from the bottom

prod: @ntvrme  
mix/mastered: @greenss_  
background vocals: @nikinaxo

seasonal affective mantra-

one foot 
in front of the other
my bubble is sealed shut
aint fielding no troubles 
my cupboard filled up 
my fingers stink of rubble my nigga
i sing corruption my nigga

one foot 
in front of the other
i fell and i scraped yesterday
but i got no more skillful equipment to take steps today 
locked it in the middle of dreads im just tryna feel for a second my nigga

im sick of sipping out a spigot every morning flow to gullet image mirror cant contend with
in the course right in the middle of shit
but im inconspicuous w it
tilting the filter a bit convince you your milieu will kill u
my quill filled with salvation 
was built up drilled to have patience
for vacuum seals capsules cracked laughs and all their concatenations
my smile crooked cause my bile cooking under da pavement 
cry to the crowd a wowed member lipstick on me im caked in it 
i promise if i pushed you it was only cuz faith was in you
smiles look the same resentment compiled while the laymen kissing the mouth of the snake w venom im out 
ima nation builder making pillars sanction my bank account 
ima laser image of my creators
i pray for nouns and he crate them in i make them sound great then pray for smiles but he can’t commit
to pin down
cause it ain’t specific
that same agenda may engender clout for the maintenance in which case i vacate and grimace
same appendages 
pacing made for ending shit 
i break in places gilded and 
i play with phrase to fill it in
no virtue under unjust law 
the gracious thang is militance 
my people sing to me in language grade school say is jibberish
but shit is soul how niggas sewn sole lifting in the interim it’s just

one foot 
in front of the other
my bubble is sealed shut
aint fielding no troubles 
my cupboard filled up 
my fingers stink of rubble my nigga
i sing corruption my nigga

one foot 
in front of the other
i fell and i scraped yesterday
but i got no more skillful equipment to take steps today 
locked it in the middle of dreads im just tryna feel for a second my nigga

ONE FOOT

art by tylrktch 
mixed by nova  blu

it was a negative on my acct back when i made enough to know i couldnt ever make enough since then i never gave a fuck 
from where kids hit w sks the chest cavin one
either make you brave or play the cut i splay out blazin blunts
some days send prayers up
some sit w ultimatums clutched
between my thumb n forefinger glum more reefer remain a crutch
fuck it no love lost
pimpin preaching like lovelace
risen we let the sun talk
the resin rubbed off 
dependent pressure shrugged off
resplendent effort, sum-all
intermittent cheddar ducked off in the in between
was in the dc jail the hell they send the needy
seen niggas get triggered when the memories brought inner screams
chilly breeze the only quick reprieve can feel it simmering
the ones thats christened fiends our kin n creed but we continue bleeding
signals sent loss of innocence received
in a sense the margin across divisions me
while im regretful of the circumstances
i get better as the earth demand it cant allow my worth to vanish
verses is pertinent from perth to cramton
hurtling canyons
hurtin my dam ribs
purging out this curse for my grandkids
reprimand mishandling
vision pan to panics i had to digress it to mekhet
redirect to handle mine
cracked skull on my rib
black soul haunted with 
masked gold 10x worth the hassle

and when the battery fell out my back n spilled i had to shout
to my family way past the vast electromagnet cloud
and when the battery fell out my back n spilled i had to shout
to my family way past the vast electromagnet cloud
and when the battery fell out my back n spilled i had to shout
to my family way past the vast electromagnet cloud

battery [prod iiye]

mixed by abu
mastered by nova blu
executive prod mavi

to be Pro-Black means to relentlessly pursue money, land, guns and useful knowledge for the purpose of creating and maintaining healthy and productive Black communities. It means the cultivation of a culture that reinforces a unified vision of Black well being and continuous advancement. It is also to seek for oneself and share to share with one's communities the following critical assets: knowledge, wisdom, understanding, freedom, justice, equality, food, clothing, shelter, love, peace and happiness.

let the sun talk

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