[Verse 1: Mega Trife]
I'm seeing red behind my closed eyes due to the sun
I rise to a brand new day
I got a second chance so I'mma take advantage, see the world
Don't need a girl I need to get right
And come into focus like animals in front of headlights
I said twice that I'mma be a better man
But everything a brother tried to do it seem I never can
Then again, maybe my effort isn't enough
Like playing Texas when, every gamble isn't a bluff
Tough titties, I lace up my boots
A buck fifty on my feets when I'm walking the streets of rough cities
Son hit me on the phone last week, messing around
I took it serious and called him a clown
Little did I know, that he was right about the plight of black man
And that can, mess with anybody with skin the color of Afghans
You probably think it's a conspiracy B
But I got my headphones on so it's whatever to me
[Hook 2X: Mega Trife]
And it's whatever, yes it's whatever
You got a bottle well I got a gla** baby we can do this together
Like, whatever, you better get it if you can
Cuz time don't wait for no man, it's like whatever
[Verse 2: Mega Trife]
Everybody's crazy, maybe for a good cause
I would pause but only if it weren't for Pete Rock that's banging out my iPod
My hood's on, my head's down, oblivious to everything
Five dollar gas and corporations embezzling
For cash cats will probably flash more led, than Zeppelin
Keisha's out of rehab on the corner F'ed up again
If I could get my dick hard, then maybe I would stuff it in
Is what these young dudes say their eyes it's only lust in them
I must have been a genius in a past lifetime
To be an idiot today and still spit raps like mines
Brothers are foolish, acting like Trife, doesn't do this
When they the type of men to kiss more men than Judas
I could prove it, but right now I'm zoned out, no doubt
The government is kicking everybody out their own house
You probably think it's a conspiracy B
But I got my headphones on so it's whatever to me
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[Verse 3: Mega Trife]
It's like I'm falling from the sky without a parachute or jet pack
It's jet black
And T minus 70 seconds before my head crack
I guess that, in '82 I came out the womb, into a d**h trap
And nobody told me that I should get back
Mama want a boy, my father wanted a son
Assumed I'd be a man if I made it to 21
And that was '03 so I hope he, isn't disappointed
Cuz I ain't have a say in the matter, I was appointed
To the world without a manual, and you will learn
That if you burn you could get your L jacked son, like Samuel
And a pull off your cigarette I figure just
Brothers wanna k** stress like women want a bigger chest
In the mess my life's in I feel great
Cuz I never deal with oxymoron a** people that's real fake
You probably think it's a conspiracy right
But I got my headphones on so it's whatever to Trife
[Hook 2X]