lirik lagu inspectah kp – future pt. ii
[verse 1]
one year older, a little bit bolder
one year younger, a little bit dumber
ten years aged, and a little boy wondered
writin’ on the page, and a little boy hungered
made it to the stage, little boy came alive
seven months later, and he’s already died
seven months later, and he still never cries
it’s no longer bout the progress, but its always ‘bout the grind
listen ~ i been writin’ bout a question: what’s next?
but i wonder is it wrong to teach a lesson: what’s left?
my tendency to believe its ambition to the death
my desire to achieve interrupted every day
by dependence on receiving the life that give me breath
food, water, clothes, shelter, and you know the rest
looking at my elders ~ i wonder what’s best
in a world full of workin’ people, who gets to rest?
these days my mind state’s on practicality of the
best way to live according to who we give
the most props ~ our body clocks tick, never forgive
reward with a second chance, pray i outlive
n0body actually, growin’ old is free
it requires no achievement so its easy for me
i look into the future and what do i see
a reflection of my history ~ starin’ back at me
my present is a gift, its so easy to be
no pressure to better the young souls that’s free
while we’re pushing to the end of our possibility
we’re still rushing to begin our mediocrity
n0body questions any more, n0body’s checkin’ the score
part 1: why are we here, part ii: where’s more
than a future of workin’ every day to survive?
than a future of servin’ governments only divide?
where’s more than continuation, havin’ a child?
passin on the legacy of taming the wild
where’s more than finding a strong spot to tie
myself down, the illusion of a fulfilling life?
i don’t know, i won’t know, but maybe i’ll try
cause where i’m headed now never touches the sky
i’m the biggest hypocrite of 20~1~9
but i want to stop now, so my future doesn’t die
wanna do it myself, i wanna build wings to fly
so the grind is justified, and my sk!ll will tell me why
but i’m already caught, i’m institutionalised
and its almost gone ~ that little glint in my eyes
so let me tell you a story about the future of men
when change is impossible ~ except through the pen
when fame is unstoppable, unusable, then
a desire for the youth ~ who only want to fit in
when your chance of justifying ain’t one outta ten
its one in a billion, so were left with the sin
of taking more than we’re giving and never getting to win
of giving money to family but never helping our kin
in the face of that problem somebody’s out on a limb
saying that serving ourself with wealth is where we shoulda been
if you can’t help somebody fully then don’t even begin
just leave them where they are ~ the means will justify the ends
but it works both ways if you give up on your friends
the whole worlds health is to what we should tend
the goodwill of men should control where we spend
the future of the world in the palm of our hands
[opening hook x2]
but now you got me preaching motifs and cliches, and
the world ain’t the reason we teach and we pray
wish i could stop the dreamin, belief, and my faith
(imma) call it wishful thinking, the world will never change
[verse 2]
one year older, a little less hopeful
mindset change, its a little less global
a little more local, but times rearranged
and the future’s less n0ble, the past anecdotal
and the present is the only thing i have left
hearin’ grown men say that they wish they wasn’t stressed
and i’m blessed, hope and pray that i never have to say
should have grown through my youth ~ then laid down to rest
but i know my future looking mediocre at best
i did everything they said and still failed their test
because i threw at their feet the exception to the elite
instead of talking about me i spoke about the oppressed
i was never obsessed, but i was willing to glance
at a life that wasn’t mine, maybe change up my stance
i know the odds at finding peace are pretty low in advance
but i’m finding my belief fading fast in that chance
of the one in too many that everybody romanticises
deadly thinking but it’s shrinkin’, i can’t deny it
every day, what i’m seeing is amplifying
any day might be good to start saying good bye
call it pessimism, if you thinkin’ its that
i’m been thinking for a while and this is matter of fact
yeah ~ i wanna to stop, but there’s too much money stacked
on my back from people loving on me back in the past
too much time, all the wisdom on me i could never crack
i’ll just live a normal life and try to give it back
everybody gotta give up on their dreams to relax
i’m only 18 and i’m never looking back but i ain’t
looking forward either cause’ the future is the past
if you still can’t see it then the proof is in the track, cause i’m
prayin’ that the music can accomplish what i can’t
(i’m prayin’ that the music can accomplish what i can’t)
[closing hook x2]
but now you got me preaching motifs and cliches
the world ain’t the reason we teach and we pray
already stopped the dreamin, belief, and my faith
call it wishful thinking the world will never change
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