Phella - Deaf Poetry Jam Pt. 1 lyrics

Dammit why Pac died? No justice for a poet guess Janet and Pac lied I see the risk ahead but it's not me to not try So I run and I sweat, oblivious to the threat Don't know my destination I ain't take no atlas Not a bump in sight but I stay proactive Coldest winters, longest summers Bank statements with the wrongest numbers Social network abusers, you show your net worth to amuse them Fight club watchers, nightclub hoppers Same spandex wearing-name brand dress-wearing She ain't come to dance, she just glad they staring She said, "I ain't seen you since high school, heard word that you famous" I said, "Nah not quite, that's just what the company name was" "Well you looking good, how bout number exchanging?", "I'm busy days but I guess I'll take it" Role reversal, no rehearsal, I saw this movie coming, no commercials Ex neighborhood-baller transformed to that man Felt presidential but still the pants sagged My first lady rocking jeans while we danced, at last Gimme a second, I swear!