What are we living for?
I let my pen explore my inner dreams
I go to rich from poor by any means
this man knew what he was living for, it's getting green
but with the shit he's seen, he isn't sure of anything
'Talk is cheap' is the code to be silent
'cause on the streets talking cheap gets provoked into violence
and honestly, my songs'll keep my soldiers in balance
proceed cautiously, watch your feet and know you're surrounded
Squash the beef and promise peace, that or just give up
you wanna be the top slot, but see, I'm snatching that shit up
They charging me with robbery, I'm trapped as prisoner
my arms'll reach the poverty and grab the hands of listener
Pull 'em close and let 'em know that I came from nothing too
no bullet holes in my clothes, yeah, but being broke ain't nothing new
From writing rhymes to cutting school with my friends
if I could rewind, I'd try, just to do it again
Can you justify your time or duck the truth and pretend
and hide behind the mask of something you coulda been
no nine to five, I substitute with a pen
a life of crime, something's pulling me in
write a dime, comfortable in my skin
Yeah, you see I learn from mistakes made (like what?)
like school is for the nerds and the lame-brains
I write verses to stay paid, go to class
I put in twice as much work in the same day
A life of crime, something's pulling me in
write a dime, comfortable in my skin
It's time to wake up, we blaze blunts to stay calm
and take one day at a time
and I'm trying to stay away from
a life of crime, something's pulling me in
write a dime, comfortable in my skin
if you only knew, don't get it confused
I live honestly, but all the dirt I did follows me
everywhere I go
I can't decide what's scarier than death:
Time passing by or spending half your life preparing for the next
I'm staring through this lens, wonder what my parents woulda did
if my mother never bared me in her ribs
Would it save the marriage, would they split?
They did what was necessary to live
they weren't prepared for me as kids
and I respect them for that
they gave me all they could give
only wish to give more back
And hopefully I get the chance to
'cause if you was as broke as me
then you know I need some cash soon
I ain't never felt the ocean breeze at Cancun
but my style is like poetry and rap fused
There's a pain in my stomach, I give my pain to the public
so quit changing the subject and give a long listen
you can hate it or love it, embrace it or fuck it
but save the discussion, this is non-fiction
See, I jot on the page with the utmost sincerity
smoking my problems away, blunt smoke is the air to me
I inhale and exhale, it's as if I inhale and exhale the
The fact is, the fans listen, I give hope with my flask dripping
I pass liquor to my folks 'cause this rap business is mad vicious
when you broke we pack swishes and only get ambitious when we smoke