The Time Is Now Jean Grae (Ft. Phonte)

Intro [Jean Grae]
Aye 9th, you know me and Phonte the Ashford and Simpson of this rap shit
Y'all ain't know
Oh, y'all ain't know
Oh, we creeping up like.. da na na na na

[Verse 1: Jean Grae]
It's Jean niggas, back again
Trap you in the wrath again
Blacker than boat loads of Africans
Or rather like them
This struggle, we can't win
Back bent, over till it slacks, and cracks
Can't hustle harder
I'm like my father
Only in denial though
My mother is like "I know"
And my brother is quiet so
I fight further
Till I type murder, family cycles and fly further than expected
Titles on my life or daughter
Sorta like a boarder
Still in my momma's house
Get green like chlorophyll and all of y'all be like, "I'm out"
Gettin' your own shit
Shittin' in your own crib
I'm in no position to be fucking on my own still
This ain't some words on a paper
This is what my mind's made of
Emotional heart data
Like a skyscraper reaching up
Try to stay keeping up and trying to keep my feelings out of the beats and stuff
But Tay, they ain't believe in us