For My Unborn Child [Picture Me ...

[Verse 1]

Yo, i'd like to say i feel free

but sadly with paper trails makin' it hard to see

there's irony, with more money causing more problems, making it rough

but before money it made times so fucking tough

Weighing judgments torment and are the spoken words behind enemy lines

Though i'm still smoking herb not giving a fuck, not waistin away good times

To blaze or not to blaze that is the question

Givin in every time, having a phat session

Cuz me and Mary Jane are having a connection

yeah, now lets get down to real talk

Death always on the stalk, eyes of a hawk

Waiting for my dying day, and no matter what people may say

It will happen to all of us, survive life that is a fray

Give me a paper and a pen so i can write about the world

Carving a life ready for my unborn girl

Instead of a life already made

I've got to ready my own empire I would of raise

 

[Hook]

So before i die

I gotta get by

For my unborn child...

Picture me Rollin'...

Picture me Rollin'...

 

[Verse 2]

Wantin' doe everyday on the scene

Doing what i can to follow my dream, know what i mean?

I only wish i was raised back around 1970

I got the feelin that's where i belong, where i should be

Lines that rhyme flowing through my mind day and night

Whilst having a fight with what i want and whats reality

Its driving me to insanity...

An image of me, a man on stage talking about my woes

With more to say about life then bitches and hoes

Livin with attitude that kept me sayin fuck it

Though from time to time i did care, the motherfuckers love it

On another unrelated subject, ive gotta get off my chest

We've come along way with law and order i guess

But the brutality is still present, not leaving thugz at rest

 

[Hook]

So before i die

I gotta get by

For my unborn child...

Picture me Rollin'...

Picture me Rollin'...