ITAL (Roses) - Lupe Fiasco

Black Panther, Black Panther, what do you see?

I see a dream ITAL watching over me

Back nigga

Yeah, hey, can we get a little break

From the cocaine and the kilos

Aiight nigga, we know

Aiight nigga, we know

Can we get a break from the strippers on the pill

Aiight nigga, we know

Okay nigga, we know

Hey shawty, ain’t no future in no gang-bang

And ain’t no manhood in no bang-bang

Ain’t no honor cleanin interstates inside a chain-gang

Know some rap niggas put that shit inside your mainframe

Pills make you stupid and liquor do the same thing

'Raris too expensive and they way too hard to maintain

Get yourself a Camry, «nigga said a Camry?»

Watch that ho depreciate and then you’ll understand me

It’s called being fiscally responsible

Don’t let these lying images up in hip-hop here conquer you

The TV’s not your father fool, that video’s not your momma

Try your best to be a man and your worst to be a monster

May we have some roses for the ladies

A little appreciation for the gentlemen

And here’s some kisses for the babies

Some peacenality for the whole wide-wide-wide world

More patience to the youth, sympathy for the poor

Empathy for the old, more justice for the down and pressed

Treat no liar ITAL, AY-YAH!

I know you’re sayin', «Lupe rappin 'bout the same shit»

Well, that’s 'cause ain’t shit changed, bitch

And please don’t excuse my language

Cause I would hate for you to misrepresent

The true expression of my anguish

And by this far I ain’t shocked, upset, or appalled

I’m ashamed, bitch

I can’t listen if you ain’t sayin shit

And recognize all this emptiness is dangerous

Ain’t buildin up they confidence, we teachin 'em that they ain’t shit

If they ain’t got the latest that they saw on someone famous

Mercy of the Lord on this double-edged sword

Instead of askin where the hoes is

Maybe maybe we could ask for roses

Called the President a terrorist

Corporate sponsors like, how the fuck you gon' embarrass us?

Ain’t my fault, I was just repeatin this

Professor emeritus from America

But my tone was like an Afghani kid without a home

Blew that bitch up with a drone

An Iraqi with no daddy, Palestinian throwing stones

The fuck you think they call him, I’mma leave that all alone

Cause this, the focus on this new shit is that hopeless

Place that I was born into systematic brokeness

Took that downpression and developed it to dopeness

It’s that great American rap-rap ferocious