Hold You Down Craftstyle

If the revolution was today
Would you show up?
Or would that interfere with your blow
Up? Are you ready for war?
If it's not your fam thats dying but
You got a role to play tell me
Are you ready for yours? Are you
Ready for stores to be closed
And roads to be blocked and all
Our phones to be locked
And all your Sunday brunches with
Your homies to stop
Ones you spend correctin' pronouns
Complainin' about Trump
Will you be there when it goes down
Or will you all run?
And you white supremacists
Throwin' elitists tantrums
Y'all just breathin' cancer
I feel like beatin' your ass
Down with that Tiki lantern
I know that violence isn't one
But nowadays I don't know if
I believe in answers
Trying to see all my mans fed
But the White House only seem
To care about the hood if
It's on the Klan's head
Motherfuck the damn bread trying to be a lion
In the land where the lambs bred
Fuck what your man said
Just do you homie i know that that's your
Dog but you ain't gotta follow him
This ain't Blue's Clues homie
A lot of people's only option's lose
Lose homie but they still find joy daily
In the grooves homie
Yeah, and those the people I admire
Feet all in the fire gotta make shoes
They just trying to make dues
Why I can't understand what
Rappers don't think
About what what they make do
Homie what that make you?
Attention is currency
We'll blow it on anything
Me I'm trying to be more frugal with mine
Tell me what these celebrities ever
Do for my time
That they deserve even a nougat
Of mine? Fuck outta here
Shit I don't know if I'm better
We'll find out this year
But yo I'm tryin' if that count for somethin'
Remember days of cryin'
Fearing that I won't amount to nothin'
Now they're booking me across the
Country and amounts is uppin'
I just want to pay these student loans
And get up out from under
College be expensive so that all my
Friends can't change the world
Shit, they want you to meet
The end making ends meet
If the drugs and screens don't do
It then man them payments could
Will we hold each-other down
Like Prodigy and Alch?
The pressure and the doubt got
Me out here needing alcohol
I take a shot and get to it
Man I don't need to pout
Im gonna die tryin' before I
Die lying the realest out it's Craft