Crooked I - Can I Talk to You? lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] Me not writing an album every 7 days Is as odd as you meting a reverend that never prays It's as rare as me not packing a pistol in the 7th grade It's like surviving a shot from every weapon ever made See I'm on an everlasting endeavor for better days Gotta vendetta for chedda',I'm ripping whatever stage And I'm way more than some metaphors and clever phrase Way more than a chain and some size 11 J's I'm a pyromaniac , looking for mics to set ablaze I'm psycho "braniac", focused, my brain never sways And my mind's a maze , with 187 ways For me to get out my mind and let that Beretta raise Or pop the shotgun, betcha never met a gauge Leave you deader than dead, stop your breath, it won't let you age Disrespect me , expect me to protect me and catch a case Address me as Letha face , Jessy Smith & Wesson James Not to spit in heaven's face , but I live in this hellish place Where people are rebelling, selling hate and expelling grace In the ghetto , a piece of metal's in every felon's waist The devil's pedaling Wicked thoughts out at an excelling pace Medellin in affairs, all for nectar you never taste Fools ingest, those fall victim, hope you rest in a better place Maybe we should all pray instead of measures of lesser faiths See , I been there before , bad weather the pressure makes And as strange as it sounds, I forever will treasure snakes Cause they make me appreciate my **Bredren** who never fake Swear to god , I'm writing albums like every 7 days With no effort then I trash em , them records I never play But today I'm letting letters connected digest the page My collective perspective are effective when expressing rage Respect it , I'm expected to select a domestic cage In a pen for felonies, they said it would never pay And this is what they say bout you n***as who ghetto raised Let 'em face hunger and deadly plagues No questions, they caching strays They s**in' and catchin' aids,a wretched phase Our community's in, it's like we gotta be Edgerrin James Just to dodge obstacles , kids homeless, they never ate Living in shelters, momma failed inspection from section 8 And these politicians are b**hes with sh** they legislate Convicted felons are slaves so prison they'd rather make Free labor is paper for corporations in every state So they target us n***as, man I carry this heavy weight I meditate, picture myself in front of heaven's gates Open my eyes, I'm still in the hood, for heaven's Sake ! (CAN I TALK TO YOU ?)