[Verse 1]

Nothing makes me wanna love

I swear its like everything we had was a drug

I sobered up sitting on the dock of my sanity

I thought about my life in the sense of what I plan to be

Rich with a family, that's pretty much it

I been supposed to got it, felt that I could get it

I printed my ambition in a letter to my better half

I call it rap, just caught up in feelings lost in pads

Pens were needles, heroin in my veins then

Pain in my blood, cause pain had it's ways

And again from day to day

Way more reckless when created Below the Heavens

But it's still praised, blessing of the curse

When friends follow trends to the hearse

Chasing dreams that play out like jeans

We were, wearing hearts on our sleeves like 12th bar

Was out back then, when I was out past 10

Walking home from night school, a kid who knew Ice Cube

Heard me bust and said that I reminded him of them

Except nothings happening now out on the west

Complacency is spreading cause we stopped smoking stress

Niggas stuck in ruts between rocks, and ain't not not turn, shh, I'm shocked

I'm trying to learn you he told me, but I already knew who I was gone be

An og bound to be a g o, d and quit my j o b

And go away to a place these eyes ain't seen

Green hash, green grass, a mean ass to squeeze

And a, smile, for the cameras while the flocks scream

[Verse 2]

Rap is like, slapboxing with god I catch flack

From mama for not acknowledging god, imagine that

I haven't asked her what she thought about my title track

Yet, prolly haven't had a chance to let it set

Pregnant again, bringing another child into hell , yet again

I just pretend that it's pleasant, you know

Cause you know the gas got niggas miserable

Not to mention prices even rose on cereal

That's why I sit and quote rappers 5 g's

Each syllable I speak and residuals

Capeesh, thanks for letting me out of me onto you onto beats for a fee or for free

Accordingly tossed a fourth of my thoughts onto a notepad

And performed accordingly, each song I recorded my peace on

A track to free on and we gone

Won't be returning until the curtains are drawn

The fat lady sings the Nina part from My Boy Blu

While I stand in a B-Boy stance and serve your crew

The chance to choose the fans, the grands, the boobs, the band

The grand stand up and granted the truth I'd rather

Drop gems than rock jewels anyday

Pick the truth over loot anyway

Many say it's all about the benny franks

But we'll see, what the end of the beginning brings

Church to you, never had to be down to earth

God gave the earth to you

And don't need a church to go through to serve you through

Whether you prefer voodoo or youtube

I urge you to, find a higher place to vibrate

Pronto, I used to bang Time Waits for No Man by Rasco

Now I bang Tom Waits and Thom Yorke

I'm trying to be great but time's short, why wait, go get it