Jay Electronica, Kendrick Lamar - Dear Moleskine (2012) lyrics

Have you ever ever ever been depressed so bad
It was a struggle every day
Not to regret your past
Feeling cursed like you never
Ever get your swag
And you was speeding down the
Highway when your threshold pass
When you cried all your tears out
And one page of your diary can
Tell you what your year ’bout
That’s a lonely place
My mama said "Son, why such a lonely face?"
Because the pressure’s on me
Plus I feel like Bill
Murray trapped in Punxsutawney
Dr phil told me that I can
Sell crack or hit the army
Look at where we live at
Tell me you don’t hear that
Tell me you don’t feel that
Show me to the way out


Tell me when pastor Raphael gon’ reveal that
If not, man I’m outta here
I’m just a sleep walking
Robot that’s outta gear
I stick my nose out the water
To the sky for air lama sabachthani
I’m trying to see light but the
Devil trying to blind me
The grim reaper walking with his
Shovel right behind me
Trying to introduce me to
The untimely unkindly
I Walk the line finely like Johnny Cash
But I keep getting visit's from
The ghost of the past
So I spark another L then I go to the pad

Yeah I can reconcile being depressed real bad
I’m a thinker not a drinker
But still I hennessy drag
Alcohol numbs the pain like
With novacane stabs
In your arteries pardon me but my city go mad
Via Compton California
Corners with coroners and karma on em
Colors corresponding to gangs upon us
Common corrupted crip & piru’s
Cripple the city triple the crime
Bible nor the Qur’an can save
Welcome don’t be afraid
Your city similar right?
Where the choppers kidnap the night
And police silence your rights
Stare at the sky wonder will
You live to see 25?
I’m 22 at 20 I knew I was against the odds
This kid named Jonathan was monitorin’
His momma & sister
His older cousin he honoured him
Anonymous bodies on his
Burner was astonishin’
To Johnny he might have been
A modern day rider then
He walking outside again
He see the lifestyle of an active member
Pull out a mac 11, now his eyes is big
Fascinated by mayhem
What’s his cousin to say now?
He wanna be from the hood that
He’s from and thats one
More gangster under the family tree
Took em under his wings like KFC crip crazy
Rocking matching t-shirts that says
"the hood made me"
No love just spread slugs thats the policy
The leader and the prodigy
Now shorty do-wap, holdin a ou-wap
Hanging with rah rah’s with blah blah’s
That sit on the block
Catching fades, hitting licks
Going on missions with lunatics
A 9th grade menace thugging for 6 months
Smoking like 6 blunts
An hour the power of banging
He was walking… 3 Gun Shots little Johnny

I think you’ll find, sir
That there will come a time
When black people wake up
And become intellectually
Independent enough to think for themselves
As other humans are
Intellectually independent
Enough to think for themselves
Then the black man will think
Like a black man
And he will feel for other black people
And this new thinking and feeling will
Cause black people to stick together
And then at that point
You’ll have a situation
Where when you attack one black man
You are attacking all black men
And this type of black thinking will cause
All black people to stick together
And this type of thinking also
Will bring an end
To the brutality inflicted upon
Black people by (black people)
And it is the only thing that
Will bring an end to it no federal court
State court or city court will
Bring an end to it
It’s something that the black man has
To bring an end to