Lyrics Young Eye - Ivan Ave
Usually
I
wait
a
couple
bars
But
ain′t
no
time
for
that
between
doomsday
and
a
day
job,
ay
Prolly
I
should
wait
a
couple
summers
But
I'mma
drop
gems
on
you
before
the
sky
above
us
do
Blue
ink
on
yellow
paper,
try′nna
make
it
green
Red
numbers
in
my
life,
rent
due
by
the
fifteenth
People
holding
pink
slips,
investing
hopes
in
color
schemes
But
Young
Eye,
few
things
be
how
they
seem
out
here
There's
mad
layers
like
a
five
cheese
pizza
Try'nna
see
past,
it
remind
me
of
Nina
She
said,
"a
child′s
eyes′s
freedom
It's
not
clouded
with
the
fear
of
seeing"
I′m
paraphrasing,
but
what
I
mean
is
Even
if
the
face
behind
the
mahogany
desk
now
orange
We
been
governed
by
the
green,
and
black
overlords
Scope
of
the
owners
in
the
canvas
And
the
brushes
and
the
paint
But
ay...
they
can't
own
your
eyeballs
Baby,
I
know
it
burn
bright
Don′t
let
your
eyes
adjust
Keep
'em
wide
open
though
It
might
just,
just
might
Dark
fronting
like
a
shining
light
Don′t
let
your
eyes
adjust
I'm
writing
this
to
you
while
you're
still
in
the
womb
Or
you
might
be
we′re
not
sure,
but
the
period′s
overdue
In
nine
months
if
you're
really
there,
try′nna
peak
through
Know
that
few
things
be
what
they
appear
to,
out
here
The
fascist
agenda
in
fashion
again
though
My
fam'
in
Paris
feel
the
right
wing
wind
blow
Charlie
out
in
the
US,
she
might
wanna
move
again
though
My
boy
in
London
said,
′cue
the
crescendo',
ay
Neo
Nazis
marching
in
Stockholm
again
though
Half
of
those
fools
caught
in
the
Stockholm
syndrome
Ain′t
no
making
excuses
for
a
Nazi
or
defending
them
But
I
still
ain't
seen
a
newborn
with
an
emblem
on
'em
Somebody
taught
them
to
see
Through
a
lens
skewed
by
a
couple
thousand
years
Of
Colonial
power-tripping
and
scheming
There′s
a
reason
we
call
them
′the
powers
that
be'
They
be
there...
ssh,
they
still
be
there
Still
divide
and
conquer
then
pocket
the
profit
then
leave
They
ain′t
down
with
your
Uncle
Mohammad,
your
Uncle
That's
why
they
building
walls
out
of
False
prophecies,
they
know
it′s
all
gravy
Long
as
the
sauce
pouring
out
the
screen
Oh
baby,
I
know
it
burn
bright
Don't
let
your
eyes
adjust
Keep
′em
wide
open
though
It
might
just,
just
might
Dark
fronting
like
a
shining
light
Don't
let
your
eyes
adjust
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