You wrote yourself in spaces where my doubt lived
I need Space to just be
I wanna shake hands with all the hands that helped shape me
Ancestors, enemies, lovers, friends
Emotions I bask in or don't wanna feel again
Old habits, new haunts, daily jaunts
Discovering myself through my needs and wants
Gotta space those out
woke up feeling like this nigga ain't yo house
You just rent space out, but where do you belong?
make room for myself when I make these songs
It’s lookin like the space is all gone
stuck behind yellow tape, where the red line’s drawn
Every city in America’s a sundown town


So many worlds have been offered to me
Had to look hard to see if I saw myself in each
i’m not tryna shrink I need to fill up the room
Or be accommodated in ways that can’t be assumed
We far beyond negotiating
My people drowned in these waters that we’re navigating
These dollar signs is nothing major
I want protection happiness safety
We aching for them acres, Dying in environments
I’m trying to find a peaceful spot that I can retire in
We running out of space tho
So they run to outer space I bet that we can’t go
Blue skies, clean air, green grass , clean water
The least they can give. a baseline offer
Every city in America’s a sundown town