Young Eye

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