[Intro: Lauryn Hill]
One day I'm gonna understand
[Intro: Dae Zhen]
Yo, free Ms. Lauryn Hill
[Verse 1: Dae Zhen]
Imagine hearing your calling, but being too scared to answer it
If I ain't sippin' poison, I'm puffin' on something cancerous
Nightmares in my dreams, I can't handle it
I'm waving off the blunt cause' the Cannabis just enhances it
It hurts knowin' Elena might be right about me
I'm not sh**, she's prolly doint just fine without me
But I swear this music sh**'s all I think about
Eat sleeping, and breathing, the reason that I go weeks without
Eating a decent me, like "Tell is it worth it"?
I'm murdering verses, til it's flirting with the verdict
Heard I deserve it, the urge is almost perverted
If you rap you should be nervous, I'm throwing dreams in the furnace
And burning learnings of peasants concerning sermons and reverends
No pre-determined heaven, for a black heart like Kevin
It all falls down like 9/11
If I really am a genius hope I die by 27
And please don't pray for me, thankfully I have came see
That all that angered me was so intentionally aimed at me
Sorry mama but this college sh** just ain't for me
Wasting more time and your money just sounds insane to me
Know you're embarra**ed to say your son is a rapper
Just say I do music and spare yourself all the laugter
Today I'm lazy, today I'm a day day dreamer
Tomorrow you gone be choosing between a range and a beamer
[Chourus 1: Dae Zhen]
Just trust mama
I ain't depending on luck mama
I know you think your son is nuts mama
But I'll be taking care of us mama
Ash to ash dust to dust mama
Might take some time to adjust mama
And I ain't living for no lust mama
Yeah I'll be taking care of us mama
[Verse 2: Dae Zhen]
Spit every verse like it might be my last breath
Learned a lot of life lessons from watching my dad's d**h
No time for pity and I ain't asking for sympathy
But he was twice the man that most of us could pretend to be
Looked at his body like "what the f** do we do with it?"
And all the world told us was "bury him and get used to it."
Brian picked up a habit, my momma picked up a crucifix
8-year-old man of the house, now thats some shoes to fit
Lost souls begging for direction
Brian went right to college, my Mom was left with depression
Crying on my shoulder, but how can I console her
I'm barely old enough to hold my playstation controller
Yeah This the type of sh** you were supposed to explain to me
I'm pouring out a 40 and praying you ain't ashamed of me
Empty heart and wallet, guess it's all symbolic
Sorry your son is just a rappin' alcoholic
f** the world and f** em if they judge me
I'll be damned if I don't profit from these rhythms in my blood stream
A life in ruin from the tomb to the womb
But it's better late than never, so I guess I'll so you soon
[Chourus 2: Dae Zhen]
Trust pops
I ain't depending on luck pops
I know you think your son is nuts pops
But I'll be taking care of us pops
[Outro: Dae Zhen]
Rest in peace, Theodore Anthony Lawrence III
Always missed, never forgotten