A song dedicated to whomever I'm supposed to share this life with.  I was in a pretty vulnerable place while this was penned.  Proud.

Open Letter

Privilege

Props (Sharp One).mp3

Verse One:  Seeds of doubt/trying to weed 'em out./  Once you plant a belief/ see how them things'll sprout./  These ain't beneath the ground/ dig a bit deeper down./ Low as your self esteem/ they peep it, the secret's out./  See your defeated frown./ Beam w/ conceited smiles./  If you think that you weak, there's reason to treat 'em foul./  It's only what we allow./  Only what we allow./  Tryin' to get to my dreams, but takin' the scenic route./  Not wantin' to leave the crowd/ that purposefully leaves 'em out./  Always see me as odd/ and think I don't even count./  Being clowned in upbringing/ is something that brings 'em down./  Associate me w/ pain/ and think that's all he's about./  No bushes to beat around/ speak ya clout nigga./ (ughhh)  Ain't nothin' sweet to be announced nigga./ (ughh)  Before this truth'll leave yo' mouth nigga./  (ughh)  You can't decree what I'll renounce nigga./ (ughh)

Hook (2x):
You tryna change?  (What's up?)  
Go 'gainst the grain?  (What's up?)
If you to blame (What's up?)
Then why complain?  (What's up?)
You ain't a slave (What's up?)
So break the chains.  (What's up?)
Take back your brain (because..)
You your own worst enemy.

Verse Two:  So I'm a depression junkie./ Fuck it, my bed is comfy./  After I stretched my legs/ it struck me, I have to budge me./  Not to be put on front street/ but, I look like Rumpke dump./  These thoughts alone yo/ they fuck me up./  Must we judge?/ 'cuz people fall like Humpty Dumpty./  Equate my lack of value/ with monthly funds and sundries/  compared to members of them country clubs./  Lucky schmucks./  I'm hatin' 'cuz I'm money hungry./  It's not enough to want shit/ or roughly lust./  This leap of faith/ ain't safer than a bungee jump is./  Lack the guts I should've had like tummy tucks./  Study up./ I have to learn to trump the dummies./  Not commiserate w/ flunkies/ or ugly ducklings/ as buddies I should trust,/ though a lovely bunch./  My dystopian opiate's/ a lonely drug./  Controls me but/ addiction I'll wean slowly from./

 Hook (2x):
You tryna change?  (What's up?)  
Go 'gainst the grain?  (What's up?)
If you to blame (What's up?)
Then why complain?  (What's up?)
You ain't a slave (What's up?)
So break the chains.  (What's up?)
Take back your brain (because..)
You your own worst enemy.

Verse Three:  A slave to conveyor belt's/ perpetuous repetition./  You want the treadmill/ or the red pill?/  This for my left field thinkers/ who want off them assembly lines./  Had it bred in us since infancy/ simply to grind./  Pay our debts through work consistently./  Pick a peak/ scale it./  Tailor fit your vision's dream/ then it'll be mine./  If you help them build their mountain,/ you'll eventually climb./  Exhaust your possibilities,/ waste your energy's time./  To add insult to injury/ that mound of dirt's a dampened sandcastle/ constructed right on enemy lines./  So what governs the drudgery/ in unpoliced companies?/  Kill your spirit,/ say you should be mentally fine./  While you waitin' for divinity/ them stars to align in perfect symmetry/ just to get a piece of the pie./  The hunger that you don't satisfy/ might eat you alive/ on a hamster wheel spinnin' 'til you literally die./  My nigga why?!?!

Hook (2x):
You tryna change?  (What's up?)  
Go 'gainst the grain?  (What's up?)
If you to blame (What's up?)
Then why complain?  (What's up?)
You ain't a slave (What's up?)
So break the chains.  (What's up?)
Take back your brain (because..)
You your own worst enemy.

Sharp.One