Stuck on the thoughts of tomorrow
No time or money to borrow
Taking the lead while I wallow in moments
Where I hope for people to follow..
Rapping about sh** that we all know..
Pride ends up harder to swallow..
Stuck in the same place
Hoping that fate makes
Way for my winning the lotto
Hearing applauds, and poundings of palms
Followed by props and bravos
Doing this all for my homies
And all of the people I call my 'kasalo,'
Talking bout great..
Or what it would mean to be so
Doing this all for my people
And all the brothers that I bleed for..
I slowly been stretching the beat
Talking to Blaze every AM in hopes that I
Finally get him to sleep
Get him to meet people
Instead of just have him go readily meddle in beef
Mix in some grenadine and some adrenaline
Instead of have them just settle for me..
NO
I am a violent beast
Quickly and quietly eyeing my feast
Talking bout flows
Boasting I'm deep
An obvious wolf in the clothing of sheep
Close to defeat
Heavily blinded by light
While I climb the totem to it's peak
Hoping the Grammy's would save me a seat for awards
That I can just hope to receive
Goals that I hoped to achieve
People that I hoped to please
This isn't where I thought I'd be
But every moment with music, keeps options confusing
And so it gets so hard to leave, so
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