Understand
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Understand Lyrics
Understand
A humble man touchin' upon his troubled past
Understand
A mother’s laugh, shared through a cell to the cell where her brother naps
Understand
That brainstorms become turbulent the more you vent, out
Making the
Shutters snap, off
Determined to leave a permanent, drought, in the wake of your speech
But the only applause that you’ll be able to receive are
Thunder claps, naw
Understand
My puddles lack depth
But even the deaf repeat that mine are deep enough to keep at least twenty of us swimming even when the teaching's left
Understand
There are a hundred gaps between what you’re dreaming and believing that we’re bleeding from your blunted stabs
Understand
You’re hearing the voice of a feeble minded boy whom still feels shackled
Geared towards the mechanics of making my peers peer onto the grammar
Rolling over graves saying whatever it may be to make Shakespeare rattled
While they continue to play games that halt maturity
Causing them to still fear shadows
Feeling false securities in the face of real candles
And I can't wait for the day they say that the field gravel appears fragile
To make them
Understand
That it’s caked-in, the blood and the sweat
Of the great-ness, the young and the reck-
Less, B in front of the second syllable
Bless, be the lungs of the weapon getting through
Vests, now double breasted as literal
Shots fired from under the breath
And over the heads of the ones hoping to understand it
Understanding, who I am
And for not what I am
For what I am is a foolish man Uncle Sam
Pushed to dispute his rules and-
Damn
Look at me, imprisoned for living
Sentenced from giving opinions
Written into a book you’ll read
Vision not needed
Listen and read in
Within the reasons
That the truth is weak
Propaganda
Propped up and hammered
Through the blocks that you ran in
Making the Youth Envy
Older brother
Coked up and smothered
With the dope that he sold with the hope that the pope would mumble
His own lunacy
Humbling the country ran by, religion
Stand high
With black eyes
Understand my, position
Stand by, the image
Of bland stripes, and gimmicks
Feeling the feeling of peace
My hand tried to grip it
But you can’t handle what doesn’t exist
You can’t handle what doesn’t exist
You cannot handle what doesn’t exist
So I made it exist
But I don’t expect you to
Understand
A humble man touchin' upon his troubled past
Understand
A mother’s laugh, shared through a cell to the cell where her brother naps
Understand
That brainstorms become turbulent the more you vent, out
Making the
Shutters snap, off
Determined to leave a permanent, drought, in the wake of your speech
But the only applause that you’ll be able to receive are
Thunder claps, naw
Understand
My puddles lack depth
But even the deaf repeat that mine are deep enough to keep at least twenty of us swimming even when the teaching's left
Understand
There are a hundred gaps between what you’re dreaming and believing that we’re bleeding from your blunted stabs
Understand
You’re hearing the voice of a feeble minded boy whom still feels shackled
Geared towards the mechanics of making my peers peer onto the grammar
Rolling over graves saying whatever it may be to make Shakespeare rattled
While they continue to play games that halt maturity
Causing them to still fear shadows
Feeling false securities in the face of real candles
And I can't wait for the day they say that the field gravel appears fragile
To make them
Understand
That it’s caked-in, the blood and the sweat
Of the great-ness, the young and the reck-
Less, B in front of the second syllable
Bless, be the lungs of the weapon getting through
Vests, now double breasted as literal
Shots fired from under the breath
And over the heads of the ones hoping to understand it
Understanding, who I am
And for not what I am
For what I am is a foolish man Uncle Sam
Pushed to dispute his rules and-
Damn
Look at me, imprisoned for living
Sentenced from giving opinions
Written into a book you’ll read
Vision not needed
Listen and read in
Within the reasons
That the truth is weak
Propaganda
Propped up and hammered
Through the blocks that you ran in
Making the Youth Envy
Older brother
Coked up and smothered
With the dope that he sold with the hope that the pope would mumble
His own lunacy
Humbling the country ran by, religion
Stand high
With black eyes
Understand my, position
Stand by, the image
Of bland stripes, and gimmicks
Feeling the feeling of peace
My hand tried to grip it
But you can’t handle what doesn’t exist
You can’t handle what doesn’t exist
You cannot handle what doesn’t exist
So I made it exist
But I don’t expect you to
Understand
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