Benjamin Banneker - Theory Hazit

Baby, I know I failed at making time for you

It’s hard for you to see I’m on the grind for you

I put my life on the line for you

Every time the beat drops, I rhyme for you

And you don’t know what Daddy doing

I be touring, you be like, «Where you going?»

I’m pursuing this paycheck, so you can stay fresh

And if I don’t, then I don’t know when I’ll get paid next

See, royalty’s a slow money

In fact, I owe money

I could be a rich rapper, but I don’t flow funny

Regardless, I don’t gotta make records

For my daughter, I’d drop the world in a second

Travel for hours just to chill with you for one second

Wish I could make up the time I was selfish and reckless

If it was up to me, I’d square up and punch the clock

And make time stop, I make time for you

Mama, you did your best at making time for me

Couldn’t see that you was on the grind for me

You put your life on the line for me

I appreciate how you never stopped trying for me

And I ain’t know what you was doing

You were providing for me, I was headed to my ruin

I was truant, skipping school, ditching classes, gave you hell

If you didn’t sign me out, you probably would’ve went to jail

And that wasn’t fair at all, I was stuck on myself

I shoulda took the time to realize you needed help

Cause you was only tryna help me be a man

Raising three bad kids on your own, I was too young to understand

Or even give it a chance, I was busy breaking curfew

I’m sorry mama, I didn’t mean to hurt you

If it was up to me, I would take a time machine back to when I was a teen

Help you fulfill a dream and make time for you

Part 2

I wish that I could say there was no love lost

But the best music is made with subtraction, so cut off

Guess you could say that these experts had worked their butt off

Cause some words were and snuffed off

Or should I say that their olfactories were sniffing glue

Stuck in their ways of wackness, ack basswards and wiffing too

These words are playing wiffleball, we’re playing chess

That’s a mixed metaphor for how they played us to the left

(Ahh, we’re standing in the judgement day)

Now let me break it down while they’re swinging to the fences

I’m steady plotting my next one with multiple advances

Diversify my chances, no limit to where I go

Please understand your hearse is like wherefore art thou going

Meant for art that art, question mark, question Luke

Question John questioning me

Cause best believe I am questioning you

For severing truth from matters of the heart

Yes there is no truth without you but without me then we’re back up on

back and forth, into Pac yes, it was a fresh beginning

Emcees spitting while the b-boys and DJs get to spinning

But ask yourself, have we grown up enough to know

The origins are important but only to keep us accountable

Ain’t nobody humble, especially you

Ain’t nobody wise enough to say they’re unequivocally true

And yes, you might be a beast but I’m animal

Carnivorous with these raps when you make an ass out of what we do

(Ahh, we’re standing in the judgement day)

Lives are in the hands of many evils

Portland school shootings to cops killing kids in Cleveland

They claim that evil claim more than 6,000 deaths

Faster than your favorite rapper mic check

ISIS: the new KKK, we need a new MLK or NWA

Law officials blasting us from long distance

Got me thinking, «Hmm, we shoulda hollered at you to borrow some white

privilege»

That Uncle Tom stepping only gonna get you so far

Jay-Z ain’t savin' nobody and Johnnie Cochran is gone

Oprah’s still on every last cover of TIME Magazine

And we too busy paying attention to the wrong things

Taliban bombing overshadowed by Kardashians

Animals in cages are equivalent to Africans in America

These coon rappers just shake they dreads

I liked it better when hip-hop was dead