| They say I’m just living my life
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| They say the game gone chew me alive
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| They said the same about juney and mike
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| But What they did was keep the tooly close by
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| So I, shoot first ask questions last protect myself at all times
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| Paranoia in these streets
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| Got me circling the ride
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| Old timers tried to school me to crimes
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| Still got locked up by one time
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| One time was enough
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| My life already rough
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| Trouble with these women
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| Who just can’t get enough
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| Constant headaches
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| The woman of your dreams
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| Turn into dead weight
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| Certain type of evils
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| Only can be cleansed thru cathedrals
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| It’s funny how these streets a breed you, Lead you
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| Right to a early grave
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| Or into some type of psychotic slave
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| I wrote the book and made the pages turn
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| And thru these fine lines teach’m
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| Everything I’ve learned
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| See the truth burn
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| But when that smokes clears
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| You’ll be happy ya still standing here
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| I’m trying to see the beach houses wit the chandeliers
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| That same transition a wipe out
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| Any fears
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| Or any doubt in my mind
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| I got my mind made Up
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| Eyes on the bigger picture
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| Barely read the scripture
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| But heard every sermon
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| The world stay turning
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| Niggas keep learning
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| As long as they willing
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| I’m running off high emotions
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| Trying to master every feeling
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| They said soon I’ll hit a ceiling
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| But I ain’t never peaking
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| These watchers keep watching
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| Haters keep speaking |