SISTER / NATION

Drink of the apple pie with it, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don′t got no chains in my denim, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't listen what the blogs tell me, yeah, yeah, yeahI know n- got their own agenda, yeah, yeah, yeah

I′ve got- but she would never know
I like to hide them, so much I lose myself
That's why I'm pure to some, a psychopath to others
And grew up in counsellin′, flippin′ off my counselors
They gave me mood stabilizers
But when I came off 'em, I was violent
Took the drugs that I wanted, which didn′t help with the voices
They just grew louder and louder
They called the people who'd just chatter and chatter
I juggle all my personalities

Estoy tan harto y cansado, no puedo seguir haciendo esto
Ojalá pudiera rendirme
Pero tengo seguir siendo fuerte para mi familia y mis amigos

I find myself gettin′ better by the f-' minute
Number one, my momma always had to save the minutes
Got some D′s, dropped out, wanted to be Russell Simmons
Gotta keep workin', my head or in a vision
Where the kitchen at? Keep the lyrics written
Raid my cell and dope, askin' for forgiveness
I just ran into somebody sellin′ lemonade
Kiss your kids tonight before them b- run away

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don′t care what they call me

This for all my broke n-, this for all them jokes, n-
That you n- made when I was still livin' at home, n-
Did it on my own, n-, grew up and I bossed out
Grew up and I bossed out, grew up and I bossed out

I see you peekin′ through bushes
And tryna get secret ingredients from us
I know that you do it 'cause you see us boomin′
Like C4 when you hear that detonator
Lucky-lucky on the elevator, eat my dust, baby, I'll see ya later
I could always call your bluff, you already said enough

Take a risk, b- still sittin′ on your a-, waitin' for a handout
Givin' nothin′, put your hands down
Ooh, yeah, this for the culture!
Ooh, yeah, this important!
F- off with that slang sh-
F- off with that networkin′
Keep ya mouth where the money at

Yellow lights on my dashboard
Red flags in the rearview
I know I'm the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is see you
You know that lately I don′t think straight
But I don't really know what I′m doin' now
′Cause everybody got me f- up
I'm strugglin' while on the move now

Yellow lights on my dashboard
Red flags in the rearview
I know I′m the one that made you upset
But all I wanna do is heal you
You know that lately I don′t think straight
But lately I don't know what to do now
′Cause everybody got me f- up
I'm strugglin′ while on the move now

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don′t care what they call me

Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me
Get your man, get your man all up off me
Think again, want a hundred bands around me
In December, I don't care what they call me

Barely got control of it, must′ve got a hold of it
Threw me to the ground and left a scar right on my nigga lips
I look in my closet when I think about the past life
Never good in my wallet, tryna see if I got my cash right
F- a flight, they ain′t never wanna treat my bag right
F- a job, they ain't never treat my mom and dad right

I hate them quiet suburbs, I hate those picket fences
I hate the separation
First thing they called me "N-", I fight, I got suspended
My teachers saw me hit him, so they ain′t listen to me
And from that moment on, I would learn that I was different
I would grow to see the difference, second guessing my decisions
Black bodies come up missin'

I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend

I would walk through the halls at my own pace
Every lunch, I would flow, havin′ no place
All the books in my bag till my bones ache
Wonder how the world would be if I had no face
If I had no heart, if I had no skin
And I was just thoughts, reminiscin', the things always brushed off
Had my father try to tell me I was just soft
And when I look at the things that I′ve been through
And the things I survived, and at what cost?

All the love in my life that I just lost
All this sh- persevere to the pole vault
In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem
In the eyes of the blogs, I'm a paycheck
In the eyes of the world, I′m an icon
In the eyes that I own, I ain′t start yet
In the eyes of the law, I'm a problem
In the eyes of blogs, I′m a paycheck
In the eyes of the world, I'm an icon
In the eyes that I own, I ain′t start yet, I ain't start yet

Power!
African power!
Power!
African power!
Power!
African power!

I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
Uh, I feel like all my days are coming to a blend
I feel like all my days are coming to a blend