Its been a long time, A lot of places i've been
When i think of back home, i just think of my friends
If we never got caught up in d**, what we could of been
We were on our way up, now their lost in the wind
And i'm lost on my own, chain smoking this dro
When i think of my rhymes, i think of water to wine
Lyrics to gold, this poetry here is me baring my soul, here you can have it
It's old 26 years old, damnit it seems so old, they say i'm half way young, i say i'm antique if you ask me brotha, unveiling this mask I've been wearing since i was born, no anger i'm pa**ed beef brotha, trying to find the peace, examining parts of me, i've never seen before
Me and this pen
Me and the crowd
Me and this mic
Were just working this out..
And this is my therapy…
No, please don't stare at me..
No, please don't judge
Just me and this blunt and this hennesey
No, please, no pictures, i don't keep any memory's
I'm better off on my own, no need to remember me..
Please…. please…. just let me be..
Chosen a high instead of embracing this life
i think it a problem, but within that
thought is where i'll be promised
to find an issue, which where
there was not, and that's
the real issue and problem
ive been conditioned to
follow, hope
for a wishful tomorrow
mission impossible, im
beggin your pardon,homie
i'm sorry but im just
getting started
n i ain't pickin up a guitar
tp pluck just because
i'm an artist that doesn't
fit your description which
might i adds a bit ignorant
im not above all of it
but i'm smarter than politics
and i'm more for the heart
and the soul than playing
a part in a role that isn't me
within this music industry,
of bitter dreams, the only
way i want you picturing me's
is changing history
ha, why you gotta pick on me?
because i actually believe in
what i speak, n what i think
of's kinda deep, and what i
spit is kinda softer, well explain
to me then why the feeling
you get from its always stronger...
is anybody there
my life's a broken elevator
everbody stares
well aware, tho i barely do care
is it what i'm wearing, or because
i'm here, standing, f**ing
breathing air…
This ain't the end,
just gettin' started
..and this is my therapy…
No, please don't stare at me..
No, please don't judge
Just me and this blunt and this hennesey
No, please, no pictures, i don't keep any memory's
I'm better off on my own, no need to remember me..
Please…. please…. just let me be..