[Verse 1]
I done forgot where I'm from and I don't know where I'm going
Thinking about the cabbage is the reason why I'm flowing
Six years or mo' and man they're still trying to make my case
But they ain't trying to hear me, say they'll slide me a tape
Hitting studios everyday, trying to make it, why can't it be?
Neglecting my wife and child as if rapping was my family
14 years, pops is living on 62
Family members don't give a damn but I'ma stand by you
Ha, living up in the 30's n***as are dirty
Know they trigger fingers nervy they wanna serve me
I love you, Al Dawg for the time we spent
Can't rest in peace cause mom's still tripping about the incident
Paying 24 G's a year to keep a man incarcerated
But nothing for blacks for college when they educated
Dear God I wonder can you save me?
From all this madness I think I'm going crazy
[Verse 2]
I'm just trying to see what is happening to me
My life is going real crazy
People talking bad I don't know what ya had
But get back where you come from or you're gonna be sad
Brothers doing brothers wrong
Mothers singing church songs
Never ever had a dad, sister smoking crack bags
Cops always bother me, broke is my community
40 acres and a mule, never got, that was bull
But I can't fade it
I used to rap with the homies thanking God that I made it
I wonder if my posse's doing fine
Cause he likes to sip on a little bit of wine
I don't know what is happening to me
Open up my eyes I got the whole world to see
Don't you know my mind is going hazy
I think I'm going crazy
[Verse 3]
(sh**'s going down)
All over the world and I think it's time for me
To get the money for my family
(So check out my sound)
I'm sure you'll find it funky
Funky hip hop/R&B now who could it be?
(The Wessyde)
And that n***a named R.D
Making crazy noise around the way and oversea
Now I don't understand
And it's shame why a brother gotta act this way
So I thank the Lord for giving me another day
No money in pocket but I got a little credit
And a little game so I think I'm gonna use it
Got a lot on my mind, got a family to support
Stressed like a smoker 'bout to smoke his last 'Port
Damn I need a shoulder to cry on
My mother, my brother, my nana, my lover
Uh, when will it all end?
But in the meantime, I think I'm going crazy again