Bucket List (feat. Matthew Santos)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Ahem! Huh, ah, ah Ah, American hypnotize Been sad since about '09 Was scared of shit in my mind, now I smile in my pic's online Isolation taught me patience 'bout the way to go Had to learn my mama depression wasn't my own Had to feel the pressures of the pessimism Trying to convince me that realism was a better vision Never been accepted in the ghetto, but I'm on Division And I'm livin', inability to be myself in a room full of niggas Focused on hittin stains and gettin' bitches I don't speak, I'm silent as a mouse by my own house With a bit of bitterness, worried about fittin' in And my uncle in the pen taught me how to be a man But he failed to mention why he did what he did Why my dad had to dip 'fore I learned how to tie my sneakers? While my mama boyfriend think he hiding the fact he sell reefer We was kids, that ain't mean we was stupid First time I'd seen a gun, thinking if he'd shoot it Shotgun in my mama mouth, please don't do it She ran home naked and came right to us And I go to school the next day like ain't shit happen, excelled in great grades and they ain't matter Standardized tests educate data You love the hype shit, but they ain't Saba You ain't seen addicts until my family Granny lost her brother, her other brother, her daddy You wonder why I don't drink Wonder why I don't smoke Wonder why I don't live Wonder why I'm so gray Wonder what's a fun night Waiting for the punchlines Want the beat quantized, you should play some other shit Nigga, we was traumatized, you talkin' 'bout the government? Had to get my ass whooped, fight's how we settle it I wish I didn't have to be famous to be important I used to wish that my parents could keep it cordial I hated my life until I played the piano They raided my best friend, he red-handed Scene of this shit like a scene of a movie Meanwhile, I'm the kid in the private schooling Wearing my glasses, playing my computer Drawing cartoons, was a straight-A student On a scholarship and I hated that Left the hood, somehow I made it back Back to life, back to reality Will my life, ever belong to me? Hypothesize the definition of free Realize this dream wasn't meant to be Hey, boss, how ya doin'? It's Pops, here's my bucket list; it's pretty short. I want us to go see Vatican City, I wanna go see Mecca, I wanna visit Israel, I wanna visit Morocco, I wanna see the Egyptian pyramids, The Mayan pyramids in South America. But most importantly, what I'm saying is that I want us to all do this together. I'm proud of you, man Peace I too am an American dreamer I too dream of American freedom I too sing an American plea I too scream 'til liberty rings I too am an American dreamer I too dream of American freedom I too sing an American plea I too scream 'til liberty rings I too am an American dreamer I too dream of American freedom I too sing an American plea I too scream 'til liberty rings I too am an American dreamer I too dream of American freedom I too sing an American plea I too scream 'til liberty rings

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