[Intro]

You see the songs, they're-

It's what I do

Just write the songs and sing them

Therefore it's pure feeling

It's complete honesty

I'm just saying, if you can place the origin of your fear, it will disappear

[Verse]

These thoughts, dreams, plots in these schemes

Ask "What's on your mind?" when I sweat in my sleep

Nobody comprehend my brain, and it'll bleed

My mom house full of wine, you have to see to believe

I have more spleefs, many friends, but what's the word?

"What's up sir? You just got lost in a tree, I'm more concerned with you"

I'll kick the curb when I'm crossing the street

Not watchin' out, for the words of our God

These half-assed police, black men shot by they past

A half ounce on them, another half ounce by they theory

Another account of this, went "Go and count me out of this! I'm out with the breeze!"

If dodging policemen was a sport, a thousand medals, spit this "Back alley shit"

My nigga, look, you think my eyes not open

I'm sleepy while on the highway, "Paul Giamatti, that nigga always sat sideways"

A bubble on the highway, we went traveling through the Tri-state

If trouble came, pull the gun here and then make my mind race

When I was four, lived on 4th and saw more morsels shot onto a porch then on to my plate

Motherfucker, I wasn't baller, momma snitched, threatened to take me off the motherfucking sport off by next Friday

"Say that shit to my face!"