Lyrics Pockets - C-Red , Agent M

You gotta pick a side of the fence
The grass is greener til you fighting for survival
Then it really click like slideshows
They control us from our iPhones like pimps
I find between my eye rolls I glimpse
A sense of longing for freedom
Like we walking on a tightrope that's cinched
To white goals and these FICOS
What's right don't reach those heights so
We inflated like the side of a blimp
Recycling sins
Before I trust, I'm gon' assess the vibe and intent
How many futures have your biases bent?
Who's your Goliath?
Operating from pride can make you tense
Let's multiply love
That's something we all recognize like "Eye of the Tiger"
A patron don't mean a buyer
And satan still here to hire
Creator still here beside us
I don't need no Midas to touch the golden rule
The Messiah, The Christ, laid down His life for
Backstabbers and biters, every color of the iris
Who couldn't see what it quite was
But now we at the height of
Everything we worked for
Everything we dreamed bout
New kicks in a box that's in a closet I ain't clean out
Damn
Been a half a decade since I seen my fam
Say affirmations til I believe I AM
Blessed and highly favored
Hope that I don't transfer any stress beside my neighbor
I know the devil hopes that would anesthetize my prayers
Took some decent work to see how extra fly my traits were

And I know I'm God's child
But it's hard to let my guard down
And it's hard to let my fam go
Though it's heaven where they are now
Took cheap shots from my demons
In my past but I can spar now
I feel lonely in a large crowd
I just wanna play my part