Lyrics
I got my father’s hat gracing me
Check the way life’s creating me
Sexual journeys
Women are taking me, making me act so lazily
Buildings falling and shaking me up, War is chasing me
Vodka is pacing me, prayers my mom will say to me
Before I leave today, a morning star is raising me
Ideas, I trading these
Beings awaking me, running like the youth for this love
Cause people hating me
They call us «old souls», beats, we like to lay on these
I rise like a tree, like leaves, my fall is gracefully
God holds a place for me
Earth has a trace of me
Black out of space of me
Time is never saving me
I wanna save the time by chains, I steady breaking these
My minds the only state for me, basements don’t wait for me
To make ya list. I’m like ____ «Come away with me.»
Through the night, seeing what stars are shaping me
I’m like a speck of dust, see where the wind is taking me
Far from here. While here, it’s «Where?»
I got pride that’s always keeping me from turning back
Mistakes that I create will keep me looking back
What’s right within my life, never without known facts
I write my life’s direction with every written track
Growing up with my mother, man (Mother, man)
Women, I still don’t understand (Understand)
Son, I’m looking for the better days
And to act the better ways
Worldly ways, I step away
Light cars, I get away
Creeping through every seg-a-way
Moments of mine, I kept away
My education is taught in a special way
Music, I let it play
Brings out my ethnicity
I socially study my religious path
Fickle things confuse my path
Search for what could make me laugh
Viewing life through a looking glass
Habits of mine I’m looking past
I know I’m wrong, but its never myself I’m looking at
At night when its late, that’s when I’m looking back
Play some things in my book of raps
Wishing I could’ve took it back
No second chance to pour
My life is no game
I beg for pain cause if there’s isn’t, I’m receiving no gain
Kids who claim their lives for war but they having no aim
Limit their page, limit their brain, its insane
Speaking beyond the line
Message behind the rhyme
I live, some men are kids
Thinking how they live in the crib
My scene ain’t the club
There’ll never be no way Imma sub
The money for love, its deep, the beauty’s because
The beast can be friend, selling
«I can get you a grub
And have you thinking that the diamonds is what makes you a stub»
Well, I got years invested through time
My stocks that binds
Cemeteries plotting rhymes, concoct the mind
Never no game. I’m putting in the bits I’ve learned
Brain cells I burn, it got me over concerned
I gotta make it right, but still I gotta wait for my turn
Need power to stand here, but won’t determine my term