Dissociative Disorder Video (MV)

I can't trust society
I know they eyein' me
I'm playin' hide n' seek
With social anxiety
They stereotypin' me
The streets keep hypin' me
I am the shit
Why don't you take a wipe and see
Don't give a f*ck
Mental cel-eye-bacy
Encrypted messages
Within my lines, you see
You're either out of sight
Or just lack the eyes to see
(Nigga)
Oh shit
I'm on my topical
I'm Nas
If he was tropical
Life's got
Too damn stop n' go
Forgot
To use your opticals
Didn't see these obstacles
Wandered off in these streets
And got yourself struck
Do your due diligence
If you lost like Gilligan
You might just be
Shit out of luck
(Punk)
Am I mad as a hatter
To think that every life matters
While my people still getting
Shot, strangled, and stuck
They're using T.V. and steeple
To brainwash my people
Cuz governments just don't give a f*ck
Whatchu think they laughin' bout
EBT keep stampin' out
But every time we speakin' out
Police roll up to smack our mouths
I just want the Evil Dead
Like 5 college kids
In a f*ckin' cabin house
And this jus' ain't about black
F*ck that shit, I'm gon' spazz
The media race bait and switch on niggas
They spinnin' stories like Taz
3 strike system is a
Muhf*ckin' sham
Everybody wants the change-up
But won't step up to the plate
And go to bat, imagine that
All color needs to see the light
Reflect on that like a prism
Slavery is still alive and well
Just ask who run the prisons
(Yeh)
Oh, yeah, yeah
You're well aware
Go research the ways
They keep my people there
Study the muddied reasons why, buddy
And wonder why the tax payers don't even care
They don't want truth
They just see fear
I pop logic
F*ck your little sphere
I won't waste my breath
Shit, I'm outta here
Shark's thermosphere
To your atmosphere (nigga)
Too hot