Fuel (feat. Portugal. The Man & The Last Artful, Dodgr)

P-P is for the city, P is for the city

P is for the city where it all began

I'm an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barns

Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier of thirty gone

Who lost hope but still journeyed on

Yet I'm the reason we gon' have to get the gurney for 'em

Karma police carrying customized cuffs for me

I hope these taped up guns still bust for me

I had the whole world, that wasn't enough for me

And got me feeling like the Lord lost trust for me

I made a means to an end, when there were no wins

I burned bridges, I had sworn to be eternal friends

The last ones I ever intended to turn against

Until we grew our separate ways like fraternal twins

So, to the chosen few with whom I need to reconcile

My mother's mother, my only brother, my second child

I've always loved you, although that was rarely said aloud

So take forever, I guess better late than never proud, listen

I'm gonna breathe in the bellows with the apple on my head

Hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands

Gonna drown in the shallow, ashes in the bay

Never looking back until there's nothing in my way

Identify with the dead or the livin'? I dunno

Maybe my peoples set up to fall like a domino

America the beautiful, go ask Geronimo

What's the worst they can do to you? I bet my mama know

I bet my father know Your Honor'd throw the book at us

Even if justice wasn't blind, she'd never look at us

I want that clutch of what I could not touch

I was tryna to get what I could get before I get locked up

And when that death clock struck, I was depressed enough to go ahead and press my luck

They held me down so long, I figured I should just rise up

Like helium from the delirium

Try to change my skin color like a chameleon

But are my best years of life behind us still ahead of me?

What would I leave behind if I was over everything?

The foundation for creation of a better me

That's honestly the true definition of legacy

I'm gonna breathe in the bellows with the apple on my head

Hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands

Gonna drown in the shallow, ashes in the bay

Devil on my back and there's a demon in my way

Told you once, can't fool me twice

Hate to be the bearer of bad advice

What I see before my eyes, bear witness (P-P is for the city, P is for the city)

Fuel the fire (P-P is for the city, P is for the city)

To light the path of least resistance (P-P is for the city, P is for the city)

Resistance

They say my seed is a future threat, that's all too correct

For that two fifths of a man, that barrel to your neck

God dammit, the hot hammer get all due respect

For the young cell block cannon that calls you collect

After runnin' multiple rings like the dream team

Tryna breathe and touch the keys like Kasseem Dean

Supreme cream, his hands so dirty, it seem clean

Scream murder, watchin' thirty for thirty, here go the theme, ****

I'm gonna breathe in the bellows with the apple on my head

Hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands

Gonna drown in the shallow, the lovebird in the bay

Never looking back until there's nothing in my way

(P-P is for the city, P is for the city)

(P is for the city where it all began)