Hate/Love

Hate that I overcontextualize Read the book of miseducation, my morals less defined I Hate conversation I hate the lack of empathy that's plaguing the nation Sensitive eyes Reeking with the deadliest cries We only grew up 'round corruption and the heaviest lies "It's okay" "We'll make a way" I hate it Feeling more overly dedicated than a duck with some worth Skippin' stones, never knew it would hurt Skippin' songs, I give youth more than verbs I mean, the pen don't lie I consciously thrive in hardships The ball is mine, you check it and gon' lose your guard quick You synthesize the pain of a black baby Angles often dangerous, you know I hate it Why you see me & don't say shit I hate observations I hate the feeling of feeling "on" cuz I can't duplicate it I hate that I write, I wish that I spoke Breathes of fresh air into microphones I hate feeling like my timing's off I hate that we gotta leave all the lights turned on When we leave the spot, cuz we know intruders'll plot rigorously I hate feeling like this shit useless to me I'm writing verses for a purpose I'm too stupid to see I hate it all I hate it all I hate it all Man, I hate it all I hate it all I just hate it all I just hate it all Man, I hate it all I hate hate, wish the love persevered Love the feeling when the money is clear Love the feeling when the honey's is near I love love, bring abundance when here All the hundreds I smear, across the arm cuz I'm loving this here I love the feeling that I'm deeply involved I love the fact I'm never putting this off Love the people that's been doing me wrong Although sad, that's the shit that gon' charge me up And starve me up I love being where the money resides I love the feeling when the money arrives I love feeling like I'm gonna survive I said, "I look like I love me" Look, I feel like that love free Look, I love the feeling of feeling so carefree Look All you cautious artists love to start the problems And gossip often bout each other's pockets They watching, looking and scheming all up for a profit Concocted many a reason, even stole yo conscious A novice, ready and willing to destroy composites You carbon copy More than motley crew of sleuthing investigators Send you skating to creators Commentators, legislators & educators alike Elevator to the heavens, what destination you'd like Perpetrating mediators, I indicated you right Sometimes, shit just feel like Love won't win at all Love won't win at all (Who's praying for me?) (Ain't nobody praying)