The Static - Marlon Craft

I said «Hey Y’all»

They tell em stop acting so hood

But all it took was a hood for Trayvon

So I find it easier telling my hustler friends to play on

I ain’t saying they right but don’t you tell me they wrong

I tell em «Stay strong»

I tell em «Think bout how you wanna spend your days on this planet,

they yours to make dog»

I try to show em that great achievement usually takes long

So how you expect people to act who feel like their days are numbered

My days are long and all my nights are filled with restless slumbers

Deathless summers make all my complaints seem trivial though

Shit, It’s like the fix is in and the system is broke

And I’m just tired of arguing 'bout shit that’s empirical bro

Slivers of hope was all I had two livers ago

The gift and the curse of a mind that’s too critical so

Just be more livid than most, envy the simpler folk

Such a long distance to go

How can I get 'em to know…

Hello-Hello

Can you hear me now?

Get up-Get up

Plant your feet in the ground (in the ground)

So they can’t tear you down

Am I getting through the static?

Hello-Hello

Can you hear me speak?

Leave a m-message after the beep

Take it slow

And wait for all your seeds to grow

It’s the lonely night veteran

I ain’t traveled much

But I’ve written several albums 'bout all the places my head has been

Hesitance been a steady trend

Skeptical of the definite

Everything is subject to change and that’s the prerequisite

Ironic huh?

This ain’t no sonnet bruh

They pass the mic and when I palm it they astonished bruh

And everyone always puts their hands up at all my shows

But if I was the police, half the crowd still getting smoked

I been trynna shed the light, bring the water for their souls

Waiting on us all to grow

I do it for the agriculture

Rapper slash botanist

Half-Defeated, Half-Optimist

Running up in your consciousness

Killing every pop columnist

It’s Craft, homie, I’m in the past, homie

Fuck your stupid ass opinions, do the math, homie

I’m out here trynna build something that’ll last, homie

For now, the envy way greener than the grass, homie

Hello-Hello

Can you hear me now?

Get up-Get up

Plant your feet in the ground (in the ground)

So they can’t tear you down

Am I getting through the static?

Hello-Hello

Can you hear me speak?

Leave a m-message after the beep

Take it slow

And wait for all your seeds to grow