Lyrics Figure It Out - Embis

Can't think of a thing that's more divisive than politics
But to tell you the truth, I'm indecisive 'bout all of it
So maybe I'll change the subject and try not to talk of it
I point out shit when I see it and try to acknowledge when
Some fuck shit goin' on in this gigantic ball of shit
Like everything we do is just tryin' to polish it
But sometimes things happen, thinkin' I wanna call it quits
A while back, my girlfriend was fired from her office and
A black woman took her place, she was whinin' and talkin' shit
Said some racist shit and I was dyin' to call that bitch
Out about it, I snapped, man, I was cryin' and ballin', man
She was usin' how she was raised as excuse for her rage
That's why I'm movin' to pave for the next generation
Maybe do shit to save, so we ain't messin' up they shit
So maybe raisin' your kids better is the next innovation
So stay tuned for the best renovation
Then maybe soon we can wash off the pavement

We really gotta figure it out
And while the world is fallin' apart, we just dickin' around
Gettin' offended and complainin' 'bout shit that amounts
To little, we should focus on what's really holdin' us down
Yeah, we really gotta figure it out
And while the world is fallin' apart, we just dickin' around
People discriminate against all those who different, and now
We poppin' pistols at some people 'cause their pigment is brown like—

Barely carin' 'bout apparel, it's all about triggers, pull it
Every bullet leavin' the barrel imperils our own existence
It's like we walked up a stairwell with a fluent pace
Just to have it collapse, guess this is a farewell to the human race
So many laps, 'cause people are cheatin'
Tryna make it to the finish line, you might just up bleedin'
So many legends, truly mistreated, get into
Heated arguments about it, how do we treat it?
Well, we have a right to bear arms, no one's impedin'
But can't we fight with our bare arms? Kinda misleadin'
I'm rapidly switchin' sides, tappin' into my mind
'Cause I can't decide, but somethin' I eyed
Is how somethin' we made to protect ourselves
Prolly causes more death than help
And that breath of hell will forever be felt
Saw a magazine payin' tribute to who fell
And I can't help but think that that's a little ironic
No one should tote that kinda power
Devourin' souls and passin' through 'em like the hour
Cowards finally found their power
The easy way out, skippin' through sour
So while they're still here better give them their flowers
'Cause you never know in a moment
They could be hit with the blaow 'cause—

We really gotta figure it out
And while the world is fallin' apart, we just dickin' around
Gettin' offended and complainin' 'bout shit that amounts
To little, we should focus on what's really holdin' us down
Yeah, we really gotta figure it out
And while the world is fallin' apart, we just dickin' around
People discriminate against all those who different, and now
We poppin' pistols at some people 'cause their pigment is brown like—