NOIR Alex Bond (Ft. Bill Withers)

Dear diary
Diadems on me when you see sight of me
How can I conceal my fate
A career of riding beats and reviving lives
To me is one hell of a life I say
I don't fear dying

These police crimes and family cries are getting out of hand by the way
And I don't fear violent
Sirens ain't frighting I, fighting I, leave with a violet eyes
Relaxed while you prying mine
Coach asked if I'm right on time
And I nodded like fuckin right
Long days and nights now my crowds look like american idol lines
I'm bout to catch a body
Pigs gone see a kamikaze if they come across me sideways
Bitch I'm doing fine, great
Dollar grabbing, collar snapping, Me
I'm not a rapper, conscious with a problem
After these hidden chapters in the
Book of life, I'm a crook in eyes of the crooked five-O
But I but I ain't looking shy my nigga, cause

Being black is lit
All my niggas with the shits
I say being black is lit
So comfortable in my skin
I say being black is lit
I'm bragging to all my friends
Telling the cops stop killing all the kids
We matter, we human beings just like y'all is