[Verse 1: King Mez]

Been through it all and held it down

A youngin' such a clutch

That's probably why I pass on the advice from such and such

I listen when I know I shouldn't

But some niggas too comfortable

Want everything I came for

You cool with just enough?

If you my nigga go to war for ya'

When it get heavy, hold the door for ya'

They don't want to let you speak

I hold the floor for ya

This time my dog's coming with me

Nigga, more Hoyas

Plenty enemies came

Some of 'em was niggas friends

Before that

So plenty of pain

Never letting go of the us

And soon we finna be fame

Seat belts need to be fastened

Went down my memory lane

I remember plenty of crashes

Nights how I hydroplaned

On my tears

Learning life a slippery thing

My momma slipped away

From here it made me

Face the realization

It will never be the same

[Verse 2: King Mez]

Hydroplane with it

Do your thing with it

I was at the court, at the hoop

Stood next to this little hommie

Politic with him quickly

Although I know he ain't know me

The way we run the gym

Adolescents play on one side

But he with us, had to pretend

But he posted up like he 40

I asked, you got next? He said, yup

I watched the game for a set

Then thought to test the heart

That's beating beside me

You don't like playing on that side?

Then I saw the look in his eyes

It remind me of Mom

And not letting circumstances define me

He said never, same way

I said when momma passed

And asked do I still have a vision

Or did it blind me

A label signed me

Been feeling this way since April, 1990

If people really listened

99 percent of the time

What's on our heart would

Probably be 99 percent of our rhyme

But most artists more interested

In feeding their family, fine

But the method in which they getting it

Leaving their family blind

They don't know it

They kind of feeling heroic

Cause they can pour up the Moet

And their faces be stoic not worried about a thing

Too many hurt was inside me

I flow it to show it

English teacher's astonished

So a poet I became

Opportunity

Once the Lord show it, can't blow it

So I be up like 4 in the morning

Cause of my motive

To plant love in the world

And can't grow it until we sow it

Snakes in your grass, eating your seeds

You learn to mow it

Pick up a handful of sand

It's gonna slide through the gaps

I put my hand under yours

Now we got all of it trapped

Gotta do this together

Wonder why all of us strapped

Wonder why all of us strapped