The Cure Oddisee

[Verse 1]
Looking out a window from the inside
Of my head what I had in mind?
Is it recess, or recession?
Bit worried 'cause I ain't stressing
One side saying, "we gon' hit a incline"
One side saying, "we are in the end time"
In the middle of the match where I been fine
I ain't confined, I was left in
If it's out of my control, I ain't stressing
Only cutting from the cloth I was dressed in
Well groomed in a room full of best men
Gray suits tryna train me not to question
On average, I'm the exception
Run the math if it's anything less than
If the path get blocked even one time
No conspiracy can tell me what it meant then
So what's next then, I'ma keep it moving, I got no choice
Representing for the weak of us with no voice
Rich enough to be protected by who elected
And Black enough to be respected but still messed with
Pulled over in a Buick or a Rolls Royce
5'9" to 6'3" they gon' feel threatened
Your fragility is sitting under your weapon
You ain't hard, you just cappin' 'cause you so moist