[Verse 1: ELG]
My ideas is wrapped
Like tortillas/
In Blind
Imagination
Therefore
They can't see us/
Reality is yours
Get upon my brainwave/
Cause the way the systems made
You nothing but a paid slave/
I try to enlighten
My peers/
But catch jeers
Cause we not that far apart in years/
They say/
Why you stay tryna
Drop wisdom?/
It's cause I see fear
And understand you've fallen victim/
I try to help
But end up taking the sword/
Cause attention is a price
That we all can't afford/
Bump me in your four
Door ford and cruise swiftly/
Don Vintage sh**
But Ho's just think I'm thrifty/
Size eleven jays
But none of you n***as fit me/
And can't trust sh**
Don't know whose out to get me/
I swear it's so hard
To make friends/
Since ten I been
All alone in my own head like/
[Hook: ELG]
My dad said "Son
The key is in your mind/
These n***as easy to spot
But the truth is hard to find/
When bullsh**s involved
Be deaf mute and blind/
And stay true to yourself
Cause there's few of your kind"/
[Verse 2: ELG]
Walked a block
To cop pop from a corner shop/
Tripped on uneven cement
And all my quarters dropped/
It's so hard when you
Tryna get by/
Cause nobody know
How to let go And let die/
Never got an answer
When I asked "why?"/
Odds stacked against me
But it's in my heart to try/
And it's in her
Heart to cry/
Cause I'm trapped in fantasies
I can't escape in my mind/
(Ugh)
Life can drive
You crazy/
But I rather be understood
Even If it means you hate me/
Whipping a Mercedes
Manufactured In the eighties/
But your lady home alone
Taking care of both your babies/
Stunting don't
Lead to growth/
Double meaning metaphor
Decipher both/
If you don't get it
Don't press rewind/
I'm ahead of my time
Locked in my own mind/
[Hook]
My dad said "Son
The key is in your mind/
These n***as easy to spot
But the truth is hard to find/
When bullsh**s involved
Be deaf mute and blind/
And stay true to yourself
Cause there's few of your kind"/
You gotta fight for everything you want in this world. So with that
Being said, I....
Stay up every night
Tryna get it right/
So I sit and write
Swear my wrist is getting tight/
But what I spit is getting
Even tighter/
No room for a lover
In a world full of fighters/
In this world full of fire/
No room for a lover
In a world full of fighters/
In this world full of fire.../
It's all in my mind
Never mistake A mans education for his brilliance..