Black Box - Chris Rivers

Don’t stress let them label you, just do what have to do

Remember it’s never what they call you, it’s what you answer to

Don’t let your words do more speaking than your actions do

And when you point a finger, 3's pointing back at you

With your attitude

Pave the way for those after you

Be certain in your purpose, spread love to the hopeless, Jehovah

Know this is potent man

400 bifocals couldn’t give me more focus man

The bro’s try to disguise as locus man, but I beat that play

Turn that page

So fuck you and your feelings

Break through the stain glass, and your glass ceilings

Till I see the Lord, Lord willing (Lord willing)

(Lord willing)

(Willing)

Hold up, nigga’s caught in they feelings, me with your opinions

And they ain’t even got the answers Sway

I’m a hybrid of Cornell and Kanye

A warrior just trying to find euphoria

With love and hate colliding inside of emporiums

My soul is searching

Hearts in rehab, Love sedation cause me to relapse

Too many feelings for me to be lost in

Too many feelings for blank statements