Passive Agressive - Melanin 9

Yo, I see your mums in those same eyes

Behind those tears that blemish your face

In the foetal position you stare into space

The same space your mum carried you for nine months

Birthed from the seed of the planet that was abandoned by a son but

I became numb when my grandma got sicker

Twisting the cap of some liquor

Hoping this trapping got bigger

Hoping more fiends put more crack to a clipper

Vivid dreams of winning Grammies for my grandma

Couldn’t fathom the picture

Countless arguments with my fam

I question the man in the scripture just as much myself

Nights drunk disrupting my health

Fuck it I even done it on stealth

Yo

Yo, I ain’t wrote a rhyme in a minute

I ain’t performed to the masses

I reside in my limits and preach thoughts on the classics

I confide in my spirit to keep the forces in balance

We ain’t designed to be killing or to conform to the malice

My books the middle passage

Written by slaves who were captured by the verse

But died in between the chapters

My books the middle passage

Written by slaves who were captured by the verse

Died in between the chapters

(Died in between the chapters

Yeah, died in between the chapters

Yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah)