Young Eye Songtext
von Ivan Ave

Usually I wait a couple bars
But ain′t no time for that between Doomsday and a day job, ayy
Ayy, prolly I should wait a couple summers
But I'ma drop gems on you before the sky above us do
Blue ink on yellow paper, try and make it green
Red numbers in my life, rent due by the 15th
People holding pink slips, investing hopes in color schemes
For young I, few things be how they seem out here
There′s mad layers like a five cheese pizza
Tryna see past it remind me of Nina
She said a child's eye is freedom
It's not clouded with the fear of seeing
I′m paraphrasing but what I mean is
Even if the face behind the mahogany desk now orange
We been governed by the green, the black overloads
The scope of the owners of the cameras and the brushes and the paint
But, ayy, you can′t own your eyeballs, uh


Baby, I know it burn bright
Don't let your eyes adjust
Keep ′em wide open though, uh
They might just, they just might
Dark fronting like it's shining light
Don′t let your eyes adjust


I'm writing this to you while you still in the womb
Or you might be, we′re not sure, but her period's overdue
In nine months, if you really there tryna peek through
Know that few things be what they appear to out here
The fascist agenda in fashion again though
My fam in Paris feel a right wing wind blow
Charlie out in the U.S., you might wanna move again though
My boy in London said cue the crescendo, ayy
Neo-Nazis marching in Stockholm again though
Half of those fools caught in the Stockholm Syndrome, yeah
Ain't no making excuses for a Nazi or defending them
But I still ain′t seen a newborn with an emblem
Unless somebody taught them to see
Through a lens skewed by a couple thousand
Years of colonial power tripping and scheming
There′s a reason we call them "the powers that be"
They be there, shh, they still be there
Still divide and conquer then pocket the profit and leave
They ain't down with your uncle Muhammad, your uncle Abi
That′s why they building walls out of false prophecies
They know it's all gravy
Long as the soil′s pouring out the screen

Oh, baby, I know it burn bright
Don't let your eyes adjust
Keep ′em wide open though, uh
They might just, they just might
Dark fronting like it's shining light
Don't let your eyes adjust