| Just let it ride, let it ride
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| This shit
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| It sound like pain
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| I can relate
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| Yo
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| Maybe it’s the drugs
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| I’m giving you nigga shrugs
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| I’m unplugged, disconnected and bugged out
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| I’m all hugged out
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| And all I got is bars
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| All I got is scars
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| But they just want to light cigars over slow guitar
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| And watch me do the pole dance underneath the stars
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| Hold up
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| I’ll take it back to learning to tie my laces
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| Familiar faces ran races in intimate places
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| And maybe one of those intimate paces
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| That move at fast paces and seek better spaces
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| I was divorced in the family portrait, I know my limits
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| Step daddy trying get up in it, I ain’t with it
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| So I did it, bought a ticket and split it
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| Coach class, leave my pass on a one way
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| Had to take my life into my own hands some way
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| Hoping I can rise above it one day
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| It wasn’t easy like Sunday
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| What you know about pain?
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| The kind that leaves stains on your veins
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| I’ll tell you why the cage bird sings
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| Think I’m going insane
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| Okay
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| I stayed in school, tried to remain in a booth
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| Cause it was just me
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| Four walls and the truth
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| Put my dreams on hold for survival mode
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| Cause the nights were long and the wind was cold
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| Vultures of our culture praying on my young ambitions
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| Telling me schemes (Uh)
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| Selling me dreams (Uh)
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| Push to the extremes 'till the hell of me screams
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| I’m lost in mans nothing’s what it seems
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| Nightly at the spot but I’m from your block (Uh)
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| Light as a rock and I’m locked if you knock
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| I’m patient but I’m anxious
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| See they’re not the same thing
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| I just catch an overdose of adrenaline to my brain
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| Cold sweats, nausea, dizziness, chest pains
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| Automatic panic, frenetic in the fast lane
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| This shit is odd and I’m looking to god for a nod
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| I need a sign not another facade
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| But while I’m waiting and contemplating
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| I keep the weed burning
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| Keep the page turning
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| Like a long sermon
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| Got a curse for nervousness that’s hitting the surface
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| Guess that all I’m trying to say is that I’m flawed but I’m working |