Verse 1:
Existential Visions of the Man that I might have been if I hadn't started smoking...
Never got to meet my brother and to this day I wonder what he would have to say about my Moleskin
Mulling over my preconceived notions of the motion of Poetry's got me Zoned in
I had to quit Toking to Exfoliate my Focus
Keep my Friends close
But I keep my Foes closer
And my role models the Closest
Said I quit smoking
But I still smoke
Said I'd never hit it again
But I'd still poke
Got yellow's mourning (morning)
Whites cracking up like Egg Yolk
Plus my black friends like
"Yo my boy's dirty as gay throat."
I made an oath to stay afloat when I face my quotes
Never let the taste of those hating impede my Patient Growth
My greatest Fear's this very album
That or disappointing the descendents of Malcom
Tell me the Outcome?
(Or tell me how come...)
Verse 2:
So this is for my Sister and her Tutor
Who thinks that she needs an Adderal to keep up with her Schoolwork
For the future of the Freestyle Club
And the producers
Grinding behind the scenes while grinding green in their Buglers (Smoke!)
These rumors have me Buggin' Out like Fyfe
Hey Preacher man, Can't I live my life?
I'm only going to say this once
I won't say that twice
Cuz by the time I sober up
I'mma forget last night
(Get it Right)