Charles Hamilton - Shining Shadows lyrics

[Intro: Charles Hamilton] I swear to God, man... That cold-a** bench? sh** makes you ask some real questions... Ya dig? Yo! [Verse 1: Charles Hamilton] If I get locked up tonight will my girl cheat and get knocked up tonight Will HchO turn his back and say a n***a is a lost cause Call Swiss and say: "oh well, I lost Charles" Damn.. Will my mother get the last laugh? Do I only have myself to be mad at? Does Leroy even care, will he ever forget? Or does him and Chris only want that 7 percent? Does my lawyer even know, if so, where is he? Did he even get a call, was he busy? My thoughts go stupid when I'm trapped in a system Writing badge numbers down, it's a wrap for the system Half of the cell is full of jealous a** fellas that can spazz and just hit 'em Other half, n***as dig 'em Ayo Harlem, don't stress my n***a... You fresh, my n***a... You next, my n***a... You go hard with the bars, n***as see you on your grind Gotta good soul, I believe you gon' be fine Too much of a man within me to wanna cry But that be the reason that I shine [Hook] You can't take away my pretty-a** smile Not for a while Cause I'm shining... And I'm blinding... You can strip me down, but can't remove my style (cause I'm wild) And I'm shining... And I'm blinding... So what more can you say to me? [Verse 2: J Means] Oh! Lemme radiate, life's been a rainy day Ever since '88, pops got sent away My time now.. And everybody's blowin' smoke Watch me cut through the clouds, f** so-and-so I'm the only do'-to-do' salesman who sells them and tells them the truth So seldom they do but the youth being youth are like "who the hell are you?" And I'm like "Deja vu, n***a.. I'm YOU, n***a!" Shut the f** up, let me tell you what to do n***a Back to the future.. Watch me bounce light like fuschia I got the glow in front of your optical I leave the stage and they beg a n***a not to go Bottom line, we gotta shine So I guess you gotta grind if you tryna do what I'm Then you better get your mind and soak these ultra violets Stop wasting time and open up your eyelids cause I did Now look at me, tell me what you see, A f**ing G Feel good to be him, right? I ain't eatin', I'm lyin', I'm still slim, right? I need a mixture, send me a fixture Sick of these white broads, lord send me a sister Lend me your ears and I'll bring 'em back full of crack And you can keep it, tell me how cool is that The same dude from high school is back to black Phonzzy, Chuckie, got me smoking weed up out of bongies Happy days are upon us so I puff puff marijuana Looking at a pair of pharaoh garments I don't only spend digits, n***a, I spend commas You can even converse with my commerce I rap full time... I was a con first And I probably was ya broads first I know... [Hook] You can't take away my pretty-a** smile (It hurts, cause I'm.. Shining, b**h) Not for a while Cause I'm shining... (That was a take, right there) And I'm blinding... You can strip me down, but can't remove my style (cause I'm wild) And I'm shining... And I'm blinding... So what more can you say to me? What more can you say to me? What more can you say to me? What more can you say to me? What more can you say to me? What more can you say to me? What more can you say?