Lonely Road

they prophesized that i would be the best,

the author signed his offer authorized it aint no test

cuz if it was

in fact id pass it

everyday another classic in my classes i gotta go

but damn where all the passes

in my 7th year of class i clashed up with my dad

he glad to see me happy and sad to see my path

he told me i needed math i laughed no moment cherished

embarrassed that his son aint number one he careless.

but that was the past and im lookin up to my future

im stoned like medusa

straight to the medula of my dome i go home

and hit the microphone while blowin Oz

of buddha up in my own zone

and im just layerin these bars.

far as the stars

reachin out to mars

like soon we flyin there in hovercars

a quick couple bars and you know i gotta wrap it up

advice that you gave me before i had to pack it up and leave

 

some spit for faith

some for appearance

some for armaggaedon

while some for the lyrics

one for my niggas deceased they all spirits,

when my visions cloudly theyd all clear it without no clearance

no interference when bodhi playin on the radio

they said theyd play me doe i tell em dont playdough

i dont mold prophecies easy like plato

i only mold my profit overseaas for a pay doe

cuz rappers now a day know

indigo is all that it is

and as long as it is

bodhi gonna bond with his kin

and grow stronger within

all along he write with a pen

cuz you cant erase the past in this book that we in

from begginin to end all i ever did was ascend

and im so lost all i really need is a friend,

 

 

need is a friend

cuz you cant erase the past in this book that we in