Silver

Silver spoons never fed me but I ain’t never been blind, I be staying well fed cause when my shit gets declined I just watch from the sides then with matches I strike

I bleed through the paper each time that I write cause with ink on the table you start freeing more minds, that’s when we learn how to read through the lines but this time just my rhymes got a hand in the fight

I keep my windows closed but always leave on the lights so those who know how to hold it got a place to reside, to know they ain’t alone now, when they sitting with two palms out, cause mine ain’t about to fold now

We ain’t asking for no hand outs, though I’d give both of mine up or lay ‘em down, just to get to the top throw all the ropes down or blow it up just to find us all a way out, then burn it down

Tell me how you got to stand on solid ground when the mud is so deep that most folks just drown in it. How is it? I been holding out, just wait till I get to the front of the train and trade it all for some snowshoes, cause I’d rather climb in the cold than keep sleeping on these church pews