[Verse 1: Jeremiah Jae]
Magic newness, so close, you can touch it
She want her name in the bright lights, at the Oakland
Looking down, in touch with the bottom
So many problems coming up to be young and hopeless
To pull up in the focus. Took his mama away
Came back in a coffin. Goon's last trip
Now Hollywood smoking, the phantom on the move
The ghost in the rear mirror looking back at you
Whose doomed, playing catch-22, trying to make it out the life into the movie shoot
Props where props was due, but the rich life was popping to soon
Popped out the womb, with the silver spoon
Feet gone, running steady until the street gone
Black and motivated, 'SC on tv dog
Rare sight, especially the n***a's skin tone
Prone to get it in, muscled out until he couldn't see
Imagine that, and my n***a pitch-black left the screen off the 24 inch flat screen
The ?, I see the struggle upon. Why you think so many brothers joining me for?
It's like we got the same mother
So what now, when they turn the lights down and the world fades out?
What now, when they turn the lights down and you still ain't get it?
You say you did, but did you really? No
You're so committed, your favorite tv shows
You're like a page in it, ain't never read it though
It's like the drama, and all the happiness so...
What now when they turn the lights down and the world fades out?
What now when they turn the lights down and you still ain't get it?
What now when they turn the lights down and the world fades out?
What now when they turn the lights down and you still ain't get it?