Be Quiet

Ten and two, hands on the wheel with precision
To Navigate the world that we live in
Had to make it turn real
Truth hurts
It was written
On the earliest scrolls
takes toll on ambition
When you stuck in the hole
I knew work was admission
through the dirtiest coal mine
The diamond's hidden deep in my own mind
Decline is a demon I won't blindly
Let eliminate all of my progress
People get upset
And don't acknowledge context
I can see regret
It bottles up and onsets
For years until it appears
In a prom dress
That you found hidden in your closet but does not stretch
Like it did when you were seventeen
Now you got a baby on the way
Another maybe from the jealous fiend
That you call your partner in crime on every picture you post
but you don't love him you're just in this position of self affliction
Now conditioned to be timid and ditch all your hopes
Always limited
I've sifted through millions of quotes
Listened to the best
Had to mimic as a way to growth
Oh you wear scars on your chest?
Yeah, you and me both
Open window breathing fresh air
Yes there's something that don't feel right
I'm learning to identify
Little things come and go
But I still pry

Big facts
Big money
Big talk
Be quiet
Big facts
Big money
Big talk
Be quiet

There were times where I felt so alarmed
About a friend that I knew with a needle in his arm
Couple years passed by where I grew to see the charm
But I never went and did it cause I understood the harm
Yesterday I felt euphoria through melting on a tab
While I'm walked through Astoria and waved down a cab
The driver told a story old as Jesus on a slab
Had to earn an honest wage and give up everything he had
Back home, somewhere in Nigeria
Met the criteria to stay here and work as a driver
Now his brother does design, makes a quick buck on fiver
They reside in South Jamaica
Where the neighborhood is kinda
In the process of gentrification
Charging an arm for rent so half the building vacant
He's scared they're forcing him out
His veins popping in a rage
Phased from all the doubt
Remained patient as we traveled the route
I had to let him vent
It was clear that the man was spent
I wish I had an answer but it's never that simple
The worst part is the some white kid from the midwest
Will move in after him and put a BLM sign in the window
Really tone-deaf performative action
That comes from every single angle
Void of any compassion
So in need of distraction
But I'm not doing the dance
I'll advance with no blood on my hands
And stay the man that I am

Big facts
Big money
Big talk
Be quiet
Big facts
Big money
Big talk
Be quiet