[Verse 1: Raw Poetic]

Pops said go to college kid

And a dream that I had to be a novelist

Life is an ocean with a lot of wit

Look son you like Saint Nick, a lot of gifts

You got to give, drop top got to shift

Do I miss him or not yeah I toggle with

But no goo goo ga ga shit, I'm a grown ass man

But he set me up with a grown ass plan

I don't drink a lot, yet I smoke a bit

No pork little girl with the kosher lips

Black panther growl with a Hip-Hop style

[And songs with niece?] know by your child

Black American to Vietnam

It's all [colorful son?], yeah I see that bond

Pops said Jason better free that mind

I did not forget don't you see that mom

You believe this was left back in '79

Pass life rhymes way back before my time

(I'm glad I listened when my father was rapping to me)

[Hook: Raw Poetic]

Control the road that I walk on

And everything that I hop on

And where I'm playing my part on

The game I [play/place?] is my stages

In my head remain ageless

Forgetting names but no faces

(I give thanks to my pops for being around)

[Verse 2: Raw Poetic]

Pops stay straight face no frown

See the world upside when you feeling down

I walk my own path down [?] deeper steps

[With my wake and through my pictures, I see connects?]

With a patchy beard, and my laid back eyes

Chip off the old block yet [?]

Now my time begins when night [?]

Peace to Gwendolyn Brooks, parties I meant them

Reminiscing, speak on visions

[We sew mission?], yeah I did them

But I need something different y'all

Living on the edge, you a fixed to fall

Pops said son you got to move ahead

Leave all this behind before you're gone and dead

So I'ma get one before I die

Ain't nothing like black American pie

(I'm glad I listened when my father was rapping to me)

[Hook: Raw Poetic]

Control the road that I walk on

And everything that I hop on

And where I'm playing my part on

(I give thanks to my pops for being around)

The game I [play/place?] is my stages

In my head remain ageless

Forgetting names but no faces

[Verse 3: Raw Poetic]

The world in my head is one adventure

The one outside needs space to enter

Like Alcatraz trynna escape Virginia

Drank [to went?], pass out, can't remember

Where I started, dearly departed

Left me a message got to move regardless

545 is when the dream done started

12 last night's when brain done farted

I drank too much alcohol

Talk like I hand it out for all

Can't remember too much from [a far/my fall?]

Let's continue (when) tomorrow

(Papa was a great old man)

[Hook 2x: Raw Poetic]

Control the road that I walk on

And everything that I hop on

And where I'm playing my part on

The game I [play/place?] is my stages

In my head remain ageless

Forgetting names but no faces