Losi'n my grandma caused me ta lose my manners
I found it strange seein former gangstas use proper grammar
Instead of Glocks and hammers,banana clips, and propaganda
My mind's cursed in a world that's reversed were the poor drive Panoramas
The rich stitch quilts, kids eat cookies and milk then sneak back up the Chimney after droppin their gifts for Santa
Nightmares of whippin Civics over unstable bridges
Breakin into mental clinics ran by genius schizophrenics
Greeting suicidal b**hes openin up like door fridges
Rooms later become haunted by phantoms and lost spirits
Unfaithful who*es scream as they cheat with slore dreams
Takin chips, divorce schemes leave em like Sam Rothsteine
I'm 20 mentally goin on 86, by the time I'm 25 my mind had probably already died
But physically I'll still be alive with a lot ta show for
With enough drive ta drive the chauffeur
Strong medicine knock my lights out as if the existence of Tom Edison wasn't ever definite
Evidently I'd let em in, late night, s** begins with a lady and her crazy friends in a Mercedes Benz
Attemptin ta push away from sins
Findin good within ...But I struggle ta pull it
They said ta catch the Holy Ghost, as if I was speed chasin with a Rolls Royce full of bullets
Mountain of pain is what I leap off of
Future brighter then the Asian girl you use ta cheat off of
And though I like the shine and glare
There's things I need ta get out while my time is here
Can you you see it like I hear it ?
Can you hear it like I see it ?
Damn I wish I can lend you my eyes and ears