Someday - Move.meant, Move.meant feat Silo & Trek Life

Pay attention this is one time only

One of a kind homie

One rhyme at a time, until the front lines know me

This is one for the ages, I’m an open book

Thumb through the pages, take whatever you like

Before I ever wore Nikes

Stole my bike out the backyard

Snuck up in the drive in

We watched from on top of the car

Got that pawn shop guitar when I turned 11

And learned a reverend is only a man

I remember when we would bump those pioneers

Through the Pioneers

Six by nines

To fix our minds

Mix our times up to

Five and dimes

Workin, nine to fives

Just to, try and survive

So we would climb and strive

Knowin' it was a crap shoot

Just to get that loot

So I would sit and listen to my favorite rap group

When it was Triple Fat Goose and Patrick Ewings

That’s what cats was doin'

The crack was ruinin' cities

Mad people without work

Just stuck with habits and no way to dig out dirt

As luck would have it

We had dipped to the outskirt

I watched it from a distance, determined to make a difference

Someday

Someday man

People listen this is pieces of a man left

Stealin' back my childhood dreams so every time I breath it it’s Grand Theft

Young days were the best

Couldn’t ride my bike down to Lee’s cause the danger of G’s but I still crept

Hard headed, soft behind maker, own time taker

Clone of my big brother Rome

But a cry baby, had to have my own way

But it never came

Scared of the ball but not afraid of change

Went from substance to Bugle Boy to Cross Colored jeans

Had my own style but found it hard pullin' queens

Way I handle women now, that makes it hard to believe

But my insecurities just makes it hard to concede to failure

I probably need to tell 'em

That I care but I don’t trust 'em, I proceed to let 'em

Go

But every time I watch 'em leave they

Take a piece of me, that I say that I don’t need

And that’s the ebb and flow

And these just ain’t words to a song

I bring murder upon

Anybody who touches my older sister wrong

This growin' up shit is takin' long

There’s things I’ve never given up to God

I’ll probably have to someday

Yeah, someday dude

Let me talk

I was a black kid in the burbs

Private school educated

But when it came to me, them educators hesitated

Takin' their efforts in teachin' me would be negated

By my black skin

So they never took action

Never knew

Pops taught me to read when I was two

And by three

Adding and subtracting were my hobbies

They thought I couldn’t compete with little Sue and Bobby

Kinda little myself, still the man is tryin' to rob me

At sixteen, I was with the doc as he sifted

Through test results, realized, Si was gifted

He got kinda misty cause so many people missed it

But the damage was done

Black skin, black listed

So now

I get paid for pushing shit around

With hundreds of pounds gettin' lifted off the ground

And I won’t make a sound

Won’t frown

Won’t complain

I won’t play the victim in this game

We all strugglin', tryin' to break them chains

Some need to lay wang just to cope with the pain

And me?

I just concentrate, focus my aim

To make a difference so people will remember my name

Someday