Droppin’ Lines - Matre

There’s a line between people, we draw it with our mind

I got my own body and my own thoughts inside

A whole galaxy’s going off in here

A voice talks non-stop, no one else can here

Stand behind the line, I only get more scared

Cause now I locked myself in with my only real fear

Many lines for many reasons but they seem to disappear

When we do some deep speaking and reality’s shared

Yep

Yesterday a friend that I had recently met

Saw the line and took a step so we could deeper connect

As I was leaving this event we had both been at

We walked slowly as he told me without holding back

That he wondered how I was feeling as he noticed that

I was white and everyone one else who rolled was black

And would I trip or feel intimidated if the topic escalated

To a conversation ‘bout our racist past?

I was struck, but immediately appreciated what he asked

We stopped walking, locked eyes

I answered «Yeah»

Probably not intimidated though uncomfortable

But that’s just more of a reason that I need to show up

‘Cause so much of the time it’s killing me in mind

Inequality is a disease and it drives me crazy when it stays inside

And at that moment, my universe tilted

Maybe just an inch but enough that I could feel it

And I guess his moved just a little bit too

‘Cause all of a sudden there was an opening we could see each other through

A couple hours had gone by since we’d arrived

But just then, our spirit’s had their first chance to say hi

Almost laughing, he smiled, said, «I know what you mean»

I hear you, but I feel like I’m listening to me

He pointed at his temple, put his hands behind his back like he was handcuffed

And said, «I've had enough of this mind trap…

I wanta' be free, damn I’ve been trippin' out,»

I heard him speak and felt like it was me that was talking now

I nodded to tell him, he took the words right out my mouth

«Think we’re neighbors in the same prison, how we gettin' out?»

And there on that street, I wonder how it appeared

Two men staring at flip sides of the same mirror

But that mirror was merely air and that air was barely there

Gave a pound, and said, «Let's keep talking brother take care.»

Beat produced by my man Marechal (hey)

Keep you loose with my man Jericho J

Peep the truth as a family we won’t stray

Universal 1 came to usher in a new day

Check the scratch with my big brother Chaps (hey)

‘Round the map, Brazil to Canada to L. A

Drop the lines, talk and find we share the same pain

Boom bap Rap, old medicine for new change