Emmit - Savant The 9, Landlord

And they sayin look at how far we’ve came

With all that we know, and I ask where did we come and where do we go

Yo on that same path riding, surrender the truth

Shawn Bell driving, Emmett l in the passenger seat

I got some questions that mind can only naturally speak

Like are you enslaved to the ball and chain attached to your feet

To have a shallow way of life here, do I have to be deep

I’m living in this fuckin nightmare, do I have to be sleep

I can feel the rush in my veins when I think of Emmett, livin in the box

Keep telling yourself that skies the limit, that shit ain’t convincing

All I see is servitude and

To attach a fruit from his root too long, it eventually rot

I can see the sun on the horizon, yeah right I see an eclipse

Born story, perfectly written, without a prefix

But I narrate for the niggas that can’t

A black warrior representing for the niggas that ain’t

Pictures I paint got shades of gray

I’m cool on your prays and the amazing grace

Fuck your religion, holla address god face to face

Now I lay me down to sleep, but I can’t close my third eye

I may be like you and succeed on the first try

I may attempt to be like you, and succeed on the first try

Man, they bash the child’s face for looking at white women

Gave a youngin 50 shots, took the nigga life from him

If these trees could talk they ask you where’s their advances

Still trying shed the flesh and blood that was hung from his branches

I speak for Emmett, that’s real

I feel like somebody remembers me

Landlord, remember me

Aye, they say I rap like I got attitude, damn

If you young and got wisdom you to powerful

They wonder why I don’t stop, and I keep passing through

You do what they say, and they still laugh at you

They say life is like a box of chocolates, nah

Me, I say prison just a box for profits

If you ain’t drop up In the trap, then you can’t knock the violence

In the hood selling onions, just to stop from crying

I’m from where we like fight for fun

But I still gotta watch what I teach my son

He asked me for a pack of skittles, I told him no

He said why, cause they look like a gun

Food for thought, yeah that’s cool

Give me mine to go, then they force you too college

To brain wash you more

Then they kill your son, and say it was his time to go

If you can’t teach me what I don’t know, what I’m signing for

I’m getting tired, I’m exhausted from these slave bosses

He want the feeling of the good, look what they gave floss

When cap died I seen my eyes up in that same coffin

I’m looking around look what the game cost me

I guess the devil trying to come for me

I got 10 chains and not one can come from me

They gave Emmett 50 million just to run around

Just so we can forget the Emmett, they not our