Black Thought - Fuel feat. Portugal. The Man & The Last Artful, Dodgr (Official Visualizer)

Official visualizer for Black Thought “Fuel” feat. Portugal. The Man & The Last Artful, Dodgr from the new album Streams of Thought, Vol. 3: Cane & Able, available everywhere now: https://BlackThought.lnk.to/SOTV3

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Lyrics:
P is for the city, P is for the city. P
Is for the city where it all began

I’m an Ernest Hemingway portrait
Painted by Ernie Barns.
Clean sneakers and dirty horns.
Last soldier of thirty gone,
Who lost hope but still journeyed on.
Yet I’m the reason we gonna have to get the gurney for em.
Karma police carrying customize cuffs for me.
I hope these taped up guns still bust for me.
I had the whole world, that wasn't enough for me.
And got me feeling like the Lord lost trust for me.
I made a means to an end, where there were no wins.
I burned bridges, I had sworn to be eternal friends.
The last ones I ever intended to turn against,
Until we grew our separate ways like fraternal twins.
So, to the chosen few with whom I need to reconcile;
My mother’s mother, my only brother, my second child.
I’ve always loved you.
Although that was rarely said out loud
So take forever, I guess better late than never proud.
Listen

I’m gonna breathe in the bellows with the apple on my head.
Hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands.
Gonna drown in the shallow, ashes in the bay.
Never looking back until there’s nothing in my way.

Identify with the dead or the livin? I dunno.
Maybe my peoples set up to fall like a domino.
America the beautiful, go ask Geronimo.
What's the worst they can do to you?
I bet my mama know.
I bet my father know.
Your Honor’d throw the book at us.
Even if justice wasn’t blind, she’d never look at us.
I want that clutch of what I could not touch.
I was trynna to get what I can get before I get locked up.
And when that death clock struck,
I was depressed enough to go ahead and press my luck.
They held me down so long, I figured I should just rise up,
Like helium from the delirium.
Try to change my skin color like a chameleon.
But are my best years of life behind us still ahead of me?
What would I leave behind if I was over everything?
The foundation for creation of a better me.
That's honestly the true definition of legacy.

I’m gonna breathe in the bellows with the apple on my head.
Hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands.
Gonna drown in the shallow, ashes in the bay.
Devil on my back and there's a demon in my way.

Told you once, can't fool me twice.
Hate to be the bearer of bad advice.
But I see before my eyes. Bear witness
Fuel the fire to light the path of least resistance. Resistance.

They say my seed is a future threat.
That’s all too correct,
For that two fifths of a man,
That barrel to your neck.
God dammit, the hot hammer get all due respect,
For the young cell block cannon that calls you collect.
After runnin multiple rings like the dream team.
Trying to breathe and touch the keys like Kasseem Dean.
Supreme cream, his hands so dirty
It seemed clean.
Scream murder, watchin thirty for thirty.
Here go the theme n**ga

I’m gonna breathe in the bellows with the apple on my head.
Hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands.
Gonna drown in the shallow, the lovebird in the bay.
Never looking back until there’s nothing in my way.

P is for the city

#TheRoots

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