See Hear (feat. Steph, The Sapphic Songstress)

! What you hear when you hear this?
 Yo, what you see when you see me?
 I hear the struggle and the hustle.
 See the rumble in the jungle,
 Where the trouble's never subtle
 And they rush you on the double!
 Yeah! So what you hear when you hear this?
 Yo, what you see when you see me?
 I hear my brothers on the humble
 Tryin' to bubble 'fore they tumble.
 See 'em take off like a shuttle
 As they rise up from the rubble!
 VERSE 1
 First I hear cussin', then bussin, then the sirens
 And I see sufferin' from domestic violence
 But I don't hear solutions and I don't see an end near
 But that's nothing new son, if you ever been here
 Sometimes I hear laughter, happiness and peace
 But I don't see it often, just to say the least
 When I see it is awesome, always glad to hear it
 And I'm proud of my people keep it up that's the spirit
 But then I get some bad news death has returned
 See murders not the answer but bamas never learn
 Kill each other over money and pussy then see a cell
 They fronting like it's nothing but from what I hear it's hell
 But then I see a smile on a child making moves
 Actually following through on the righteous path that they choose
 When I hear that type of news, it give a brother hope
 Like you serve as my muse when you're struggling to cope. So inspiring! Yeah, yeah, yeah!
 Sometimes I rhyme simply to reflect the times
 Hoping rhymes reach the minds of the dumb, deaf and the blind
 They don't see what I see, even when it's right in front of them
 I know they don't hear me though but I still got love for them
 Regardless I fuck with them 'cause that's real unity
 Remembering it starts with "U" to better our community
 Because I know I'm one of them but that's not how they see me
 But if you heard my whole story you wouldn't believe me
 Hard to believe what you see, harder to feel what you hear
 Die on your feet, no retreat, some might be killed out of fear
 Then your homies spill a beer and say your name but this ain't Kwanzaa
 Reminiscing on them better days while blazing ganja
 Some might live longer before they act they ponder
 And slow it down 'fore the fast life made 'em a goner
 So we now raising glasses in your honor
 Hold it down, graduating med school with honors and now we proud!
 I heard'em when they told him that he'd never be nothing
 Even when he told them his plan they thought he was fronting
 They never saw his vision so how could they ever see him
 Somehow, someway he'd give them something to believe in
 Dropped a couple flows then he hit them with the CD
 Rocked a couple tours then he popped up on the TV
 Hear'em in surround sound, see the man in 3D
 Now they got their hands out beggin' him like feed me
 Never finished college but the step to him like teach me
 This was long before any of y'all listen to Yeezy
 Look at him you'll see me, can you hear me now?
 Been building myself up so no one can tear me down. Even now...
 Got my eyes wide, ears sharp, finger on the pulse
 Use my voice for express delivery straight to your thoughts
 However I observe it, whether I seen or heard it
 Always find a way to word it, for certain, til the picture's perfect fa'sho, eh!
 you hear what I hear?
 Do you see what I see?
 Do you hear what I hear?
 Do you see what I see?