Herdin' every week, countin' sheep, do it wake or sleep

All my efforts, makin' life from dreams, I don't know what it mean

Dark or light, which way should I lean? On this balance beam

What you see, better look closely, this shit ain't what it seem

King to be, glad my mind is free, wouldn't wanna be...

Stuck to the ground, air between my feet but I still feel the beat...

In my toes, like I'm on the beach, vibin' with my sheep

Got my crook, but don't gotta creep, 'cause I'm the one to lead

I'm so deep, deep in outer space, light speed is my pace

Can't keep up, but it ain't a race... we all custom made

Everyday, move out my own way, in one place I won't stay

Black or white, life is really gray, that's what make it great

Ebb n flow, path is never straight, no I won't stop or stray

In yo' face, but sometimes you blind, it lead you to dismay

Bro just pray, told you it's ok, God'll give you grace

Pressin' pause, but this life don't stop, you gotta make a play

Don't know where to go? Just pay attention, follow what I say

I protect my herd, I keep my crook, I'm killin' all the snakes

You could call him many things but one thing you can't say he fake

Don't you dare give up 'cause ain't this what you wanted everyday?

Herdin' every week, countin' sheep, do it wake or sleep

All my efforts, makin' life from dreams, I don't know what it mean

Dark or light, which way should I lean? On this balance beam

What you see, better look closely, this shit ain't what it seem

King to be, glad my mind is free, wouldn't wanna be...

Stuck to the ground, air between my feet but I still feel the beat...

In my toes, like I'm on the beach, vibin' with my sheep

Got my crook, but don't gotta creep, 'cause I'm the one to lead

Walkin' fast, gotta do the dash, trailblazin' the path

Countin' sheep...I know it's my job I gotta do the math

Steppin' outta line... I'll let you go, 'cause you gon' feel the wrath

Wash away my sins, heard His voice, reverb be my bath

Music is my gas, I'm the shit they trashed

Bet these niggas mad... when they lookin' back...

See em now they lookin' bad, they low on cash...

Bitch I'm young B Stax... I can't give a damn...

'Cause I'm fuckin' brash...

All y'all pay the tax, that slavin' break yo' back

Shit so sad... could've had the bag...ain't no comin' back

Turn it to max... for them ones in the back, missin' from the pack...

Left to the wolves for snacks... toss 'em all like jacks...

... all my sheep are black