What would life be if I had answers for Kanye, sitting in Sway's seat with that "you just activated my trap card" smile?
lyrics
My wrist watch is Irish made,
And often seen on the arm,
shared with the same hand I used to pour my whiskey,
But please miss me with your bullshit,
I ain't got time to explain my lack of fucks,
I had them
Safely packed on trucks but I guess they must've "fell off" because
These days I see them haphazardly packed in the trunks and backseats of those
who carelessly sell lies to the spoiled folks in the hood,
who - according to the suburbs - have eternally been seen as up to no good until
there are Marshalls waiting at the door,
none name Thurgood, so what good came from our "Freedom", besides reruns of
Martin?
and in living color?
while Living in a world of black and white mindstates
Iʼd hate to burst your bubble with my blood stained, grey blade, but being a pro
receiver of thrown shade,
Iʼve made my way by seeking better lighting and Not fighting.
My people, for that matter.
My equals can see that outta all the claims made by those who
know, I know
all too, well, cause I know nothing.
Except that space is sparse
And nothing changes with these exchanges in energy.
I stop asking questions I know the answer to, so why do I still ask questions?
hoping to hear what I want instead of what it is.
Questions like,
Who gets justice? Is that a real thing?
Who is karma? and why does she bring her 2 cents into every situation? Just
waiting for you to wrong her, so she can wring you from your neck,
in front of a mirror to watch your own death.
And, why does death itself
seems like an escape?
Is it because I'm not my body, and I'm trapped here in the first place?
A spirit running a spacesuit at mercy to the universe, trying to sing along. You see I
catch the key often
Yet seldom understand the dialect, I just
ride the waves of the cadence effortlessly, so you tell me, what do I know?
probably as much as you know and we know everything so what's the big
question?
Besides, with all these questions, whose teaching the lesson?
Is he a she?
Are they like me?
What would life be, if I had
answers for Kanye, sitting in Swayʼs seat with that "you just activated my trap
card" smile?
Fire in the eyes burning wild, Iʼm no child, just another young man. Whoʼs watch is
often found on his left hand, so even when time
ticks away I stick
to my guns.
Stuck
teaching a nation chasing funds but when the bell rings I'll expect yʼall to have
learned something.
To hold your pride in your work and not the ego.
We go way too far tryna show what we know. Be how can we ever think to sway a
kanye's to follow anyone's lead towards the setting sun. When all they claim to do
is run shit?
a bunch of things when seen in the shadow of our ancestors work would seem
redundant.
Shallow.
A far cry from the roots.
We fruit, live up top a heap of inaccuracy.
Genetically modified information left waiting for a savior thought to exist beyond
our unified conscious. Taught
to not want it that bad.
Life.
Love.
Peace.
And Happiness for you and yours.
credits
released February 9, 2018
Supe the Dude (MC)
Benjamin Chin (Sax)
TJ Adorno (Guitar)
Dylan Kaminkow (Bass)
Marco Gill (Drums)
Marina Espinet (Vocals)
Zaven Embree (Keys)
Mixed by Christian Wheeler
Mastered by Andre Netto
Engineered & Recorded by Tariq Khan at The Breeding Ground (NYC)
Cover designed by Eric Avila
Distributed by Black 17 Media & The Orchard
QNA is a band from New York City. With a cultural background that spans across American, Afro-Caribbean, South-East Asian
and European traditions, they make music that reflects their love of adventure. Their motto is simple: don’t try so hard. Stop overthinking, keep exploring, and stay listening....more
