J Dilla - Fork in the road lyrics

[Verse 1: Kid Krule] A bird with a broken wing cannot fly, considered useless to a stand up guy See to that bird, the limit is the sky, but for me I'm trying to make the most of my ride I devote and I strive, for me to reach greatness A burden placed on you, cause' you lost the last latex Baby Mama, trying to bring the drama. Minimum wages, he trying to stack the commas But secretly she knows that it's her fault, and in her mind she knows that she's fine and smart Cause they don't really care about the zygote, cause they just wanna see a f**in' paycheck envelope And they dont know what the pain brings, corrupt bumblebee cause the pain stings And lately a n***a been thinking about all the f**ing levels and the rankings Of the system, I would miss my n***as but it's damage when I'm with them. Instead I fell victim to the rhythm Of a kick and a snare, had the nappy hair, I was sitting on the Culdesac I never was a square Never play fair, that's what the world taught me. Pain, hunger, that's what the world brought me I'm here to let you know that there is hope, you could be the one n***a that will end up dope You could be the trendsetter of the group, you could be the smartest n***a on the stoup I'mma show you, living proof, of a person That made it out, of poverty and still emerging Forever learning, wisdom and knowledge. Never judge a n***a by the degrees in college You can't judge a place by the color of the nation, politician statements yall lost in translation Sabotage the rat race, I'm at another pace Heart break leads to heart ache, snakes in the garden better keep ya' yard safe Look at what they did to scarface, so check it So check it I spit this reckless [Verse 2: Kid Krule] Child of abyss, grew up round' some hypocrits that really didn't give a sh**, grandma trying to make me quit Smart as hell, but never got the grades or pa**ed sh** Work ethic low, lone ranger in the cla**es Only thing I was worried about, was this rap sh**, experienced the gutter boy I'm trying to dodge this trap sh** But can't dodge all the forks in the road, when everybody knows that you trying to go global Trying to go global, ain't Nike how I'm trying to go "soulful" You do the most, I do more than most dudes, used to have canned foods but still had a hand full Misery loves company, suddenly, in the streets all I see is puppetry, puppetry, puppetry Can't you see? Talking eat, just gluttony, gluttony, gluttony How can it be? That a n***a feasts and wastes, when there's a person right next to you, dead laying on his face Man the sh** is mad depressing, anti-depressants, harder to confess if a bullet's in ya' chest Like trying to reach the best, never mind the rest, Cops just arrest forcing cardiac arrest [Bridge x2: Kid Krule] People just oppressed and obsessed, with the fact that, n***as manifest their whole life with the sh** they possess They will never digest or request, an educated guess, if they took it all away tell me what you got left Tell me what you got left n***a