Run

Yeah Fluidity A spectrum From one end to the other Just like butter It's spread and smothered Like, on your bread it's covered I don't need your jam to recover from what you said was dry Because I, you see, can and will use all means necessary to make us see eye to eye See, eyes don't see eye Then cry, looking up to the sky, wondering, "Why? Why I? Why mine? My happiness," but you're blind Didn't you say that was bliss? Sis, I'm confused But I'd rather be that than used, unapproved But you proved that you will bend to all their rules While I bend the rules You're sitting up on their stools, being spoon-fed They're adjusting your seat level and telling you, "Go to bed" Making you comfortable enough to deepen your slumber To deep end your followers Keep stems of your problems Weaken, now you're crumbling Peep in to your trauma And creep into your struggles Now, it's the end, you're abducted And flung across the universe Tell me if it hurts when you hit the other end of the spectrum Fluidity Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah Whoa, yeah Whoa, whoa "Run," I was instructed at the sound of the gun I sunk back into my seat, nibbling on what was left to eat The door swung wide, but little did I know it wasn't open for me But I still jumped to my feet when I heard that door creak While I'm mesmerized, they fetishize that moment in the spotlight When I reach my hand out, it seeps through the bars like my bars, like carbon monoxide By that time you'll realize it's too late 'Cause you thought that while I'm in this cage, I awaited my shine And sadly reached my peak, or rather, my plateau Little did you know that the ceiling was too low for me It occurred to me that perhaps my way up is my way through Like, remember in those cartoons where we'd get confused? Like look at this dude, he only has like two bars, but I can still see his way through What a fool That's what us artists think of ourselves, we're not selfish enough I cry on these four steel walls, but they'll get rusted When you come up to me asking, "I'm surprised, are you still doing this music thing?" I contemplate replying like "I'm surprised that, emotionally, you haven't spontaneously combusted" So, yes, I'm still doing this music thing And when you just hear me rap and sing You forget you're blocking out your vision While I still have this third sense feeling that I'm sprouting wings From the outside, you hear it, from the inside, you see it, from within, you can feel it It all just depends on your perspective So I just gotta stop feeling down, irrespective Of the collective going ahead of me (yeah) 'Cause to be honest, it's not them that's making me feel this way or trapped to go figure I guess it's just me looking in a stagnant mirror Yeah It's N-Y-O-T-A Yeah