Lyrics Benjamin Banneker - Theory Hazit

Baby, I know I failed at making time for you
It's hard for you to see I'm on the grind for you
I put my life on the line for you
Every time the beat drops, I rhyme for you
And you don't know what Daddy doing
I be touring, you be like, "Where you going?"
I'm pursuing this paycheck, so you can stay fresh
And if I don't, then I don't know when I'll get paid next
See, royalty's a slow money
In fact, I owe money
I could be a rich rapper, but I don't flow funny
Regardless, I don't gotta make records
For my daughter, I'd drop the world in a second
Travel for hours just to chill with you for one second
Wish I could make up the time I was selfish and reckless
If it was up to me, I'd square up and punch the clock
And make time stop, I make time for you

Mama, you did your best at making time for me
Couldn't see that you was on the grind for me
You put your life on the line for me
I appreciate how you never stopped trying for me
And I ain't know what you was doing
You were providing for me, I was headed to my ruin
I was truant, skipping school, ditching classes, gave you hell
If you didn't sign me out, you probably would've went to jail
And that wasn't fair at all, I was stuck on myself
I shoulda took the time to realize you needed help
Cause you was only tryna help me be a man
Raising three bad kids on your own, I was too young to understand
Or even give it a chance, I was busy breaking curfew
I'm sorry mama, I didn't mean to hurt you
If it was up to me,
I would take a time machine back to when I was a teen
Help you fulfill a dream and make time for you

I wish that I could say there was no love lost
But the best music is made with subtraction, so cut off
Guess you could say that these experts had worked their butt off
Cause some words were [?] and snuffed off
Or should I say that their olfactories were sniffing glue
Stuck in their ways of wackness, ack basswards and wiffing too
These words are playing wiffleball, we're playing chess
That's a mixed metaphor for how they played us to the left
(Ahh, we're standing in the judgement day)
Now let me break it down while they're swinging to the fences
I'm steady plotting my next one with multiple advances
Diversify my chances, no limit to where I go
Please understand your hearse is like wherefore art thou going
Meant for art that art, question mark, question Luke
Question John questioning me
Cause best believe I am questioning you
For severing truth from matters of the heart
Yes there is no truth without you but without me then we're back up on
[?] back and forth, into Pac yes, it was a fresh beginning
Emcees spitting while the b-boys and DJs get to spinning
But ask yourself, have we grown up enough to know
The origins are important but only to keep us accountable
Ain't nobody humble, especially you
Ain't nobody wise enough to say they're unequivocally true
And yes, you might be a beast but I'm animal
Carnivorous with these raps when you make an ass out of what we do
(Ahh, we're standing in the judgement day)

Lives are in the hands of many evils
Portland school shootings to cops killing kids in Cleveland
They claim that evil claim more than 6,000 deaths
Faster than your favorite rapper mic check
ISIS: the new KKK, we need a new MLK or NWA
Law officials blasting us from long distance
Got me thinking, "Hmm,
We shoulda hollered at you to borrow some white privilege"
That Uncle Tom stepping only gonna get you so far
Jay-Z ain't savin' nobody and Johnnie Cochran is gone
Oprah's still on every last cover of TIME Magazine
And we too busy paying attention to the wrong things
Taliban bombing overshadowed by Kardashians
Animals in cages are equivalent to Africans in America
These coon rappers just shake they dreads
I liked it better when hip-hop was dead