DeAngelo Xavier - Woke Lyrics

Y’all lil niggas lack patients
I'm the doctor in office with the cure waiting 
My girl used to fuck with scrubs
But that was only cause her occupation 
Am I facing the real life evils of temptation 
It’s all physics and I’m shape shifting into a prism
A prisoner and in my country we’re still imprisoned 
We’re still incarcerated and we lack knowledge
A book can tell us what they want without the proper guidance
They bury us under the jails even without priors nigga
You still reaching the feet under defeat
And it seems like you’re moving the slowest at high speeds 
A nympho is begging for head like zombies damn
Fucking auto correct
Trying to deliver punch lines while sending a text 
And niggas still copy styles a rope to they neck
Keep that shit to yourself you bore us to death 
But I’m still risen
I'm feeling like kane tomstoning these niggas 
You can count four figures you still locked in submission my nigga
Tattoos cover up bullet wounds the scars
We’d rather have em than be in caged bars
Now what’s the charge cause we need another outlet
We either killing each other or pleading innocence
My inner sense Is telling me live militant
I only carry a lethal weapon for good intent
Never had a killer’s mindset but I’m a threat
You breathing your still surviving, not over yet
And that brings me back to my first conclusion y’all niggas
Falling in line like her tracks when they loosen no harvard
But bitches yale like a fraudulent student I’m honored
But skipping class was the best way to prove it I’m gone
And came back like I’m tardy and shit
The harder it is to take and give back like a gift
Not to mention I was hiding in the stalls with the filthiest chick
I’m guessing she came out her shell well
This the land of the peacekeepers so keep your mouth shut
You don’t want no problems

Y’all lil niggas lack patients
I'm the doctor in office with the cure waiting 
My girl used to fuck with scrubs
But that was only cause her occupation 
Am I facing the real life evils of temptation 
It’s all physics and I’m shape shifting into a prism
A prisoner and in my country we’re still imprisoned 
We’re still incarcerated and we lack knowledge
A book can tell us what they want without the proper guidance
They bury us under the jails even without priors nigga
You still reaching the feet under defeat
And it seems like you’re moving the slowest at high speeds 
A nympho is begging for head like zombies damn
Fucking auto correct
Trying to deliver punch lines while sending a text 
And niggas still copy styles a rope to they neck
Keep that shit to yourself you bore us to death 
But I’m still risen
I'm feeling like kane tomstoning these niggas 
You can count four figures you still locked in submission my nigga
Tattoos cover up bullet wounds the scars
We’d rather have em than be in caged bars
Now what’s the charge cause we need another outlet
We either killing each other or pleading innocence
My inner sense Is telling me live militant
I only carry a lethal weapon for good intent
Never had a killer’s mindset but I’m a threat
You breathing your still surviving, not over yet
And that brings me back to my first conclusion y’all niggas
Falling in line like her tracks when they loosen no harvard
But bitches yale like a fraudulent student I’m honored
But skipping class was the best way to prove it I’m gone
And came back like I’m tardy and shit
The harder it is to take and give back like a gift
Not to mention I was hiding in the stalls with the filthiest chick
I’m guessing she came out her shell well
This the land of the peacekeepers so keep your mouth shut
You don’t want no problems