Defiant Ones (Live)

Yeah

Will they say of me I made it?

I ain't here to get famous

I ain't here for the playlist

I just pray they play this in years to come

Like my grandson in the basement playin' my tape for his mate

Saying, "My grandfather made this"

Speaking like a prophet, call me the baptist

Smokin', standing in tatters as I speak to the masses

We're going backwards, divided like fractions

Miming like actors despite the mask that distracts us

We that child under the mattress

Holding the world like we're Atlas, shoulders swollen and haggard

Tryna find our soul in the damages, some hope in the blackness

I wish I was a better son, a better husband, a better brother

I hide behind the covers, hold my breath like I'm smothered

I say nothing, I'm stubborn, tryna to hold it together

And make a mil' from the record, smellin' like Tuscan leather

I'ma do this forever like I believe that it helps

'Cause you can't give away your heart without bleeding yourself

Man, I ain't nothing to aspire to

I broke every commandment by Tuesday

And I lied, too

It was the day before and we all just on the floor

Naked as the day we're born

Waking up to face the war