Lyrics Strings - Justice Hmix

Yeah
Geppetto strings I see everything
But I don′t say a word cause words left Coretta King
Without a king to hold a wedding ring

Yeah
I just wanna buy a new pair of shoes without the red stains
Go to a Mets game
Make it home to see my bed frame
Before I been framed
Ben Franklin when it rains 'cause I′m attracted to it
My catholic jewish kids gon' hate they mother
For what they taken from her dark skin male
Man, I wonder if she ever love a dark skin mailman
I bet that he gon' take her from her dark skin male
Man, get out my fuckin′ hair man
Yeah

Who taught you to hate the texture of your hair?
Who taught you to hate the color of your skin to such extent that you bleach to get like the white man?
Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose and the shape of your lips?
Who taught you to hate yourself from the top of your head to the soles of your feet?

Uh
Geppetto strings I see everything
But I don′t say a word 'cause words left Coretta King
Without a king to hold a wedding ring
Geppetto strings I see everything
But I don′t say a word 'cause words left Coretta King
Without a king to hold a wedding ring

I got my stereo type loud
My stereotype′s loud-smokin' pistol grippin′ niggas that pipe down and might drown
In 9 rounds
So pipe down on the mic
Brown niggas get Mike Browned
Then we the white ground to fund the politics
I'm done with politics
Polish it's
Still gon′ make you vomit
No optimist shit derived from it
We deprived of it
Prominent figures that profit from broken promises
Kick yo feet on that ottoman
Toast to what you accomplish
Exchanging bodies for profit
Cause death is direct deposit
These yuppies hate Donald Trump
Bet they′d love me to check they pockets and
Honest to god I been
Fuck it

Geppetto strings I see everything
But I don't say a word ′cause words left Coretta King
Without a king to hold a wedding ring
Geppetto strings I see everything
But I don't say a word ′cause words left Coretta King
Without a king to hold a wedding ring

You know
And I wanna say more
But every time I go to say something it feels like it's already been said way too many times
You know
In an incorrect manner
And people get defensive about that shit
They′re like "fuck that, we don't wanna hear that shit no more"
Cause you know like
But you know fuck that shit
We live this shit bro

Every single time I go outside I feel like I have to talk a certain way
Have my hair a certain way to get
You know
Get any message I want across because
Nobody's gonna fuckin′ listen to this you know
Ghetto looking kid from Brooklyn
Fuck that shit bro
I-I wanna rant for ten minutes in one of my own songs
This is my music
And I can′t even rant for ten minutes cause if I put that shit on Spotify
Who the fuck gon' listen to that shit
Nobody′s gonna listen to somebody ranting for ten minutes about some bullshit
You know?
Fuck that bro