Marlon Craft - Professional lyrics
Marlon Craft [Marlon Sean Cirker] Manhattan, New York, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Marlon Craft - Professional lyrics]
They say it’s time to be professional
I’m graduatin, time to progress
They wanna know my prospects
I tell em it’s a process and all
I really want is
A voice with which to protest
I just wanna be heard
I’m tryna learn how to project
Cause there’s a lotta shit up on
My mind I need to profess
I’m tryin be proactive
I ain’t got time for no rest when
Arrests made daily by those meant
To serve and protect based on profiling
Up in your local projects
But still they tell me
I should be professional
These ain't your problems
You need to do what’s best for you to them
I’m nothing but another white pronoun
Who needn’t worry bout
The side of town where it goes down
They tell me "Be a pro
Why you searchin for what’s profound?
We wrote your story for you
Why you worried bout your prose now?
We gave you this privilege to
Cherish it and have it this world is fucked
But who cares? You got the prophylactic
You’re white, your world is beautiful
Just be a pro
And you’ll quickly go from a cubicle
To an office more suitable
Why you bein unusual? Out
Here spittin propane
Writin words that’s profane
You need to stay in yo lane
Afterall, we spent centuries pavin it
Look at what we produced for you on
The backs of slave labor and
On the land of the natives and now you want
Misbehaving, be all ungrateful
Not invite us to the party
That we catered?" Shit
I thought about this proposal it’s true
The prologue to my existence set the world at
My disposal but the next chapter is mine
And as the protagonist
Epilogues redefine with every step
Of my actions
And so as long as I got thoughts to give
I’d rather be provocative as long
As I breathe oxygen then
Sit up in an office and
Contribute to the maintenance
Of systems that wanna box me in just to keep
Me sittin in this stratified
Position I’m postured in
I’mma try to do better
Get up on these Protools
Say fuck all these old rules
My mom ain’t raised no fool, nah
I know I must promote the real and let the
Truth run it's course til it provokes appeal
So sorry to the powers that be
I can’t be wit it
I know what you did and I know how you did it
I got what you’ve given me but
I’ll use it to damage ya
Cause before I’d be your type of pro
I’d rather be an amateur
I’m graduatin, time to progress
They wanna know my prospects
I tell em it’s a process and all
I really want is
A voice with which to protest
I just wanna be heard
I’m tryna learn how to project
Cause there’s a lotta shit up on
My mind I need to profess
I’m tryin be proactive
I ain’t got time for no rest when
Arrests made daily by those meant
To serve and protect based on profiling
Up in your local projects
But still they tell me
I should be professional
These ain't your problems
You need to do what’s best for you to them
I’m nothing but another white pronoun
Who needn’t worry bout
The side of town where it goes down
They tell me "Be a pro
Why you searchin for what’s profound?
We wrote your story for you
Why you worried bout your prose now?
We gave you this privilege to
Cherish it and have it this world is fucked
But who cares? You got the prophylactic
You’re white, your world is beautiful
Just be a pro
And you’ll quickly go from a cubicle
To an office more suitable
Why you bein unusual? Out
Here spittin propane
Writin words that’s profane
You need to stay in yo lane
Afterall, we spent centuries pavin it
Look at what we produced for you on
The backs of slave labor and
On the land of the natives and now you want
Misbehaving, be all ungrateful
Not invite us to the party
That we catered?" Shit
I thought about this proposal it’s true
The prologue to my existence set the world at
My disposal but the next chapter is mine
And as the protagonist
Epilogues redefine with every step
Of my actions
And so as long as I got thoughts to give
I’d rather be provocative as long
As I breathe oxygen then
Sit up in an office and
Contribute to the maintenance
Of systems that wanna box me in just to keep
Me sittin in this stratified
Position I’m postured in
I’mma try to do better
Get up on these Protools
Say fuck all these old rules
My mom ain’t raised no fool, nah
I know I must promote the real and let the
Truth run it's course til it provokes appeal
So sorry to the powers that be
I can’t be wit it
I know what you did and I know how you did it
I got what you’ve given me but
I’ll use it to damage ya
Cause before I’d be your type of pro
I’d rather be an amateur