If my life was a song Who would play the keys? My thoughts can just flow Like the breeze With the greatest ease You know it chief It's cool to know some Poetry from Floetry Hopin someone dope would Take the time to even notice me And help me get a shot where I'm supposed to be Gotta get a spot where da focus be I wonder why people wanna wear the holy rosary Then pull some tom foolery Jokin' on the circus freaks Don't be the one judging me Because I'm real don't ya know? I'm not on the block Pushin' weight, blowin' dro, or movin' the snow Catch me at the right winter time Just playin' with the snow Get at me yo I'm not dealing with fakers Or wanna-be takers Not chasin' the paper
I'm chasin' Christ bro No matter what it seems I feel bad for those Stuck on chasin pipe dreams Their vision is shotty They need to get it right get it tight Like a sure thing see Not a probably Oh I get it I'm sorry Their lense is just foggy But the problem always be They're blinded by pride And they're just too haughty And they're too naughty Dealin with da dope That's not my flow Joe But I could be a scratchy fiend for the hope Been through a lot Survivin' tough spots Each time comin' out like pure gold I win in Christ my dude don't ya know? Best believe that's my flow Didn't know? Now ya know, now ya know And now ya know © 2013 Dynamic View