Times are tough
Caught myself fighting robots like Shia LaBeouf
No surprising us
Eyes wide open sunrise till dusk
I seen son rise from dust
Ten times stronger, don’t call it a comeback
Riding in the fast lane, seat belt unstrapped
Curse got to him before the gift was unwrapped
Feel time shift when son raps
Third eye lifted
Young, black, and futuristic
Product of my environment
Which I adapt to. True survivalist
I’m producing vitamins
They're looking at me sideways like, “Who invited him?”
Man I let myself in through the window
Nice to meet ya, here’s my info
I’m just a young man, trying to save the world

I invade your space, Bro Man From Fifth Floor
I come in peace, set down your pistol
Move like ninja, tip toe around your crib slow
They call him a schizo
Food for thought, you’re chilling at a bistro
Still we getting down like it’s a disco
Getting down like we’re dancing to Calypso
It’s hard out here and I ain’t even a pimp though
Now some say life’s a big ho
I say, “Chill yo, she’s just a nympho.”
If you make her bed rock like Flinstones
She could hook you up with the lobster and shrimp, bro
Now when the winds blows
I could hear the sounds of apocalypto
Lost in the mix again
We’re trying to predict the end
And we don’t even know the intro
I’m just a young man, trying to save the world

Understand the only tactic he knows for survival
Right hand holds a Mac 10, left got a Bible
He’s trying to give that real blackness a revival
Make a transition from gangster to tribal
They say the revolution’s gone viral
He tried to tell them, the machines are unreliable
It’s undeniable, the future has arrived
So I gotta keep an eye out for shooters in the skies
They’re trying to make a soul child go half crazy
Until he turns ghost, no Pat Swayze
Pack light ‘cause I’m no bag lady
In the past life we were too black maybe
Can’t make the same mistakes, so brainwash them with the propaganda
I got the answer
To end all this foolish business
Stay young, stay black, think futuristic
I’m just a young man, trying to save the world