get real

Now that I'm back on the apparatus I'm pullin' from all my facets

I don't need Gibson to show me nothin about the passion

Cuz Gods love comes around like a bunch a backflips

Now people wanna claim that Weed is greener than the grass is

 

I had to gain faith by gettin backed up to the wall

 

 

I ain't tryina be thirty eight and have no track revolve

cuz this is special, even after the period

cuz when its at your face thats how you know it gets serious

 

I've been in the hoods where people shootin the block up

My relief was in bars, not talking bout the vodka

Back when my mode of speech wasnt even Proper

Listening to Dr. Dre as if he was a real doctor

 

My brain was scattered like shells poppin from a Mossberg

Thinkin to myself that I was never gonna prosper

How could I beat the system, when I'm not a monster?

And any truth you look for is hidden by impostors

 

I learned the hard way...I took the tough road

Pot holes, cops and stuck behind where the bus drove

No shoulder to lean the whip that I've been driving

 

 

Lookin for somethin that I could go an set my mind in

 

It won't stop rainin I wanna talk to Poseidon

But he don't care I'm still lookin for someone to confide in

you can flip through all my issues & watch me let out the steam

but trust I never meant to do that wit a magazine

 

I CANT READ! BETWEEN THE LINES OR EVEN MINDS

I CANT SLEEP! THE REAPERS TRYIN TO CEASE MY GRIND

IM THINKIN LIKE....THE FALLACIES NEED TO BURN

BUT ITS MAD HARD WHEN THE BOUNDARIES SEEM TO BLUR

 

I CANT READ! BETWEEN THE LINES OR EVEN MINDS

I CANT SLEEP! THE REAPERS TRYIN TO CEASE MY GRIND

IM THINKIN LIKE....THE FALLACIES NEED TO BURN

BUT ITS MAD HARD WHEN THE BOUNDARIES SEEM TO BLUR

 

Subconsciously usin memories for prophecy

Those mocking me get cut short like an apostrophe

I paint pictures to your mind that even all the blind could see

even Pac could see im 2 nice with the mockery

 

But theres only two greater that can loop it back to me

The Father and the Son that effortlessly cautioned sadducees

Lookin at my actions like," We got some work to do

this boy aint gonna learn a thing with nothin to suffer through"

 

its easy to blame it all on God but thats unlikely true

i check my talk and my walk, without a nike shoe

so let me bare my soul, before I walk another road

That way when I face the music I won't have to pass a note

 

im tryina never fold like an older motorola

a razor'd never be fit to ever help me hold up

so i raise the bars higher than a major cause

that way you dont space when you see me shootin past the stars