Blu & Exile - The Narrow Path lyrics

Tryna' tell my folks that flowin' ain't easy Travellin' down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this sh** lifted offa my soul 'Picture me sittin in front of 88 keys, trying to escape From a shady place, where babies blaze trees on a daily day Tryna get they gravy straight to floss, cuz told me homey watch it These ladies play dirty games with you, get to grindin Where n***as pitch as quick as Nolan Ryan Holdin iron, blowin smoke, elope in fire, flame spittin The game is just a way to escape And our pain is just a way we can relate to folks cryin Findin ways I can make a difference But f** wishin on a star cuz the percentage of gettin what you envisioned is small And the stars barely shine in the city, so we're blinded By the manmade bright lights, makin my eyes shifty Feel me out, hear me now, cryin childs of the ghetto Lettin go a beautiful sound, it's kinda falsetto Hello hell, welcome to L.A., where devils that dwell play They meddle with metal and lettin every shell spray Until day dawns, I make songs for the long road travelers And lost souls after us Spittin lyrics vicious like I'm mad as f** Packin up my bags, hoppin back on the narrow path that's planned for us' Tryna' tell my folks that flowin' ain't easy Travellin' down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this sh** lifted offa my soul In this world that I'm livin' in I've given into s**, stress, and dividends Los Angeles, metropolis, city of vexed citizens Folks that smoke infinite dope for hope living in Poverty is probably the less stress position to go So we don't have positions to hold So we pitch snow and live in the cold In hell in hell felling heaven is close but like road k** im still on this road bold as any soilder playing his role I stroll the steets in the cold Even in the summer heat it gets cold So we stroll with the heat and its cold It's beeen a long troublesome road and im still travelin f** battling, just managing life is challenging Though I managed to make it I damaged the place up in my mind Like the times of los angles greatest Wasting time and lifespans f**ing around Im spitting deep sh** stuck in the ground So just dig it, or don't f** with it Cause you can't f** with it Tryna' tell my folks that flowin' ain't easy Travellin' down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this sh** lifted offa my soul Check it, And I'll be, playin escapism by pete rock Hot, watchin police plot knocks to get my peeps locked. Smilin as my teeth rot, from eatin sugar coated quotes, smokin dope to float away But hey, the air is nice up there I swear the feelin's good as chillin with a nice cold beer We fallen angels rockin halo's like its priced up gear And if you need me, just ring me, sh** ill be right up here Where fear is non-existent Instead of driftin' in a prison, where my minds restricted Where my mind is wishin' while tryin to get a broken promise mended Im trainin to be a seamstress, sewin holes that dreams fit (?) fiends bling, broken clocks, tryna get their dreams fixed (?) Tickin itchin, tockin' watchin, god is watching you but you rather have a watch with lots of diamonds Ive been fooled By the word a few times, who cares is Blu rhymes About ho's or savin souls, they wanna hear that beat ride I rewind and try to play back the days that they would play stacks And 8-tracks to recline, now we blaze sacks Takin' back the feelin' hidden in me when we used to smile, remember that? It's been a while, so im blowin off the dust Brushin dirt up off my nutts, got this feelin' in my gut Im tryna let it out so if you with me then listen up... Listen.. Listen up cause uh, i got this feelin' in my gut What the.. f** Tryna' tell my folks that flowin' ain't easy Travellin' down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this sh** lifted offa my soul