I don’t lose arguments
I’d rather lose friends
I don’t look after myself
I’d rather feed my friends
I don’t pretend to be a good person
I just am one
I don’t pretend to care about the outcast
I just do
I’d rather be misunderstood while trying to make the world better
Than the other way around
Think I’m wrong?
Just ask Gandhi, Malcolm X, Jesus, and Kendrick
You think my words are about drugs and suicide?
Bitch if you’re listening they’re all drenched in hope