Militant Man - Trapo

I’m like, almost, almost, almost out of weed, but like

Maybe that’s a good thing

Probably should be sober for this one

Hahaha

Ayy cut the fan and shit off

This is my, this is like the, I don’t know like

The message track or some shit, the postive

I don’t know, um

Militant man, we all want to be brave

We all want to be someone that we can’t

Forced to be who we are

'Til you’re dead in the grave

The grave, yeah

Forced to ride in the car

That I wish I could roll in

Forced to live 'til tomorrow

Forced to make it to Monday

Forced to be who we are

(Forced to be who we are

Forced to be who we are, all the time)

What I need to prove right now?

When everybody dead, everybody dyin'

Everybody victim to they mind

Sayin' jump, blood stains on the ground

What I need to prove right now?

They’ll make me (militant), we’ll make me (militant), I’ll make me

What I need to prove right now?

When everybody dead (with everybody dyin')

Militant man, we all want to be brave

We all want to be someone that we can’t

Forced to be who we are

'Til you’re dead in the grave

The grave, yeah

Still walkin' like militants, talkin' like banishment

Flexin' our innocence, my sentence still the same

Mary jane, stickin' to every thread in my jeans

Scan then refresh the page

My Twitter read genocide, forty million dollar slaves

And those who 'member me on the pavement

For militants and racists

And the job I acquired come with stipulation

Dream answers renovated

Out shoppin' without the paper get dangerous

Don’t like when them J’s is

Stolen, but you rock 'em like you bought 'em on vacation

Only 'cause you won it in a lotto

Family taught you greet him, if he force it, we can flap him

I’ma dress that bitch for problem, I’ll endorse it, niggas wildin'

We ain’t go to college, we ain’t get the job

We just clockin' coppers, we just know how to survive

Lessons taught from the flawed

No laws, but follow our own methods

Leadin' you to a deathbed, bad decisions

Well granny was a diabetic, daddy was a diabetic

So much bloodshed, we pray it never pass down

We just readin' scriptures

Taking pictures with a fan and switchin' vixens

Eat so I don’t feel the liquor when I pass out

Forget the light, perception’s just a twisted

Have my spirit refurnished with holy water and burn at the smoky altar

Them sands reek of nostolgia

Militant man, we all want to be brave

We all want to be someone that we can’t

Forced to be who we are

'Til you’re dead in the grave

The grave, yeah

Hope I don’t get caught up

Tryna be the bigger man

Extend my hand when I should’ve extended lead

Shoot and leave bended legs in the room, uh

Starin' at the wall, uh

Contemplating ways to get nickels for my thoughts, uh

Trouble on my mind, almost everything is dark

The grave