This sh** is not a rap
It is off the dome, though
One take
Pain is present
But is not presented in a way that makes it seem like a present
You resent recent sentiments of parents or exes
I testify that you pa** the test
If I, and the ones who have been tested
Find you to be satisfactory, so listen
As you glisten in the sun
But soak in the rain
And croak and moan in pain
The games that the world plays test your name
You start to hate
You start to hurt
You start to hate and hurt
And as though you were some sort of hate-hurt expert
You wait and work toward some kind of mate or dirt
That you can call your own
And that'll be fantastic
You won't have to get in the zone
Or be all alone
Or have someone else tell you how it is things go
No, you'll be in your space
With your face resting peacefully
Next to your one saving grace
On a matching motherf**ing pillowcase
But it all fades
It doesn't matter whether dawn shades
Or you don shades, and race toward the everglades
I said it all fades
And one day, you'll crack
You'll sit back and ask "why?"
Such a short spot of time
And here I was letting "just fine" define me
Spending no time refining
I co-signed with Nike, but had no life for wifey
Or had woe love for wifey, and never co-signed with Nike
Damn
Let that breathe
So you look back, and you say try me
While the rest of the world calls your problems tiny
We dig our hands in the dirt and get grimy
So we can pull out diamonds and hold them highly
Aiight, we don't have to do a single f**ing thing
But eat, sh**, breathe, and die--see?
So you can act like this world isn't what it is
But things are f**ed so now you're pissed
But the fact of the matter is:
Everything is nothing, which makes nothing everything
So will you stand there and look into the dire f**ing outlook
And bleak f**ing odds, and share this with me?
Or are you gonna sit around
f**ing b**hing about what should be?
Come on, dawg