Ubi Fumus - The Return lyrics

[Verse 1] I've got a lot on my mind I've got a typewriter and a bottle of wine I've got a lighter that lights like part of the time Times my most precious possession and yes, the hardest to find I'm wronging people too often, and they're callin' my line Tell them all that I'm fine, though I know they know I'm probably lying I went from prodigy, to how does he dodge poverty without any rhymes It's not modesty I honestly am doubting these lines I swear to god if there's a god then he's got to be blind Life is a lottery, the water's deep I gotta rewind and hit pause, I'm working sh** jobs And the mic I'm spitting through you wanna know how much it costs But sh** I made it this far, through everybody realpolitikin' Like they're Otto von Bismarck I've been parked, I'm ready for the Autobahn Most slept on, the critics got their pajamas on These cats are sweeter than baklava, see you with your collar popped The only co*ktail in my palm is a Molotov I'm the mother f**er you should tell your Pop and Mama' on Throne is on lock, I'm right here where I belong [Verse 2] But am I really or am I just saying that I hardly recognize my voice when it's playing back I've spent days on my bed just laying flat Doubting every dream as I force myself to face the facts Like it or not I'm still right on the curb Writing a verse, lighting herb, getting high as a bird I'm mad as the world that I try and observe Don't meet my eyes cause the fire will burn I'm just trying to inspire the earth We doing well as we can, cause the times are absurd So you can judge me off of any f**ing line that you've heard I won't be quiet until the silence of a ride in the herse Until then, this music's Isaac's highest concern So if you ever thought I left, let me tell you I have returned I have returned