Bad Men - Never Stress and Never Mad lyrics

[Verse 1: Stranger] I spit for the soul purpose like a rose blooming for certain Spurting patiently working on life making a journey Hoping the ma**es feel the fire I light to a**es Caught In a cla** of the multifaceted collecting the damages.. I'm in my nature, to spark imagination Pushing and moving glaciers, lately on his worst behavior Under lights of the creators, the shakers and great debators We locked in hell's chamber waiting for God to forsake us What on ya shoulder? I came from the rock, I mean the boulders Signed to the Roc, my dreams can hold us So I plot, keep the composure Got a Mind like Socretes But I'm more like Plato Molding the game like Play Doh Making halos out of you A holes Under spells of the ironic, the chronic, illuminotic Wonders we can't define it though the fad is supersonic I fell asleep in the trenches woke up next to the preachers So just, teach as you teach but these Smith and Wessons running these streets No co-signs putting myself up on the frontlines These hard times, I feel like I'm drawing my own chalk lines With this penmanship, another crack in the book of genesis Thinking limitless, but what life's without the emphasis So open up ya minds watch me blow like cracked atoms Over ya heads like constellations that the world will never fathom Devour ya food for thought like I gotta be fed Tried to trade me a piece of mind for an arm and a leg But it's said.. [Verse 2: Danger] I spit for the soul purpose like a rose blooming for certain Spurting patiently working on life making a journey Hoping the ma**es feel the fire I light to a**es Caught In a cla** of the multifaceted collecting the damages.. I'm in my nature, to spark imagination Pushing and moving glaciers, lately on his worst behavior Under lights of the creators, the shakers and great debators We locked in hell's chamber waiting for God to forsake us What on ya shoulder? I came from the rock, I mean the boulders Signed to the Roc, my dreams can hold us So I plot, keep the composure Got a Mind like Socretes But I'm more like Plato Molding the game like Play Doh Making halos out of you A holes Under spells of the ironic, the chronic, illuminotic Wonders we can't define it though the fad is supersonic I fell asleep in the trenches woke up next to the preachers So just, teach as you teach but these Smith and Wessons running these streets No co-signs putting myself up on the frontlines These hard times, I feel like I'm drawing my own chalk lines With this penmanship, another crack in the book of genesis Thinking limitless, but what life's without the emphasis So open up ya minds watch me blow like cracked atoms Over ya heads like constellations that the world will never fathom Devour ya food for thought like I gotta be fed Tried to trade me a piece of mind for an arm and a leg But it's said.. [Verse 3: Mad Men] I'm a know it all without the answers.. Chances pa**ing me by See I can't find what matters, straight to my tablet I escape just to hide my sadness See lately feeling all of the pressure that comes with the rapping I blanked a canvas that's melted away the acid That's hindered my thoughts balance Slipping to find the traction, that's lost inside of my pa**ion Trapped in a fatal attraction, standing while life's flashing Over the coffin of my past while my dreams are steady gasping Sometimes I feel like the world will never understand me Unless I'm doing these shows, bagging hoes or even winning Grammys That's what I'm hearing and frankly what I've been fearing When your drive begins steering, lately my pa**ion disappearing To the point you lose focus and the only thought is hopeless When you fail to reach the closest quota Role models of heavy stoners I'm trying to live my life, on top of the holy totem I told ya, they try to control ya when they time is over But f** it, you either live or love it But if I gave you a piece if mind would it turn in to something I wish I had the answers to the questions never asked Too busy living in the future that I forgot about my past Too busy living on this dream when nightmares try to last With both hands off the wheel, hoping I never crash Just for your information I'm just here to build a nation Became sick of the outcomes see I'm tired of all this chasing I'm in a maze like a lab rat, trying to find my way back Trying to re-define rap, now can you feel the mic check? Ironic we drive whips, ironic we house cribs While we moving forward, notice shackles they still exists While you call your boys dawgs, ironic they wearing chains Boys never became men cause there's a noose around his name Just the resultants of the fathers just not taking the time and.. Skipping out on his lady cause a baby was bad timing.. [Verse 4: Bad Men] See It's funny when I rhyme I feel like I'm throwing dimes At the world expecting change back Tell me y'all don't feel that? Trying to bring the real So what's real? Cause you ain't fact You not real cause you spit raps Just hoping the people feel that But what if we believed in something we never seen? But really can we believe if we picture the wrong scene? See I saw this in a dream where, life can never be fair Living life on one prayer, cause that's one thing we can't bare.. See imma cut you off like Edward Scissor hands Just so you see, that with me, theres always been a plan Walking trying to find my heart like the tin man I'm just a robot birthed infront of a mic stand.. I start to feel my mind slipping, shadowing thoughts drifting I developed like a Kodak, you an 8-track, trying to bust back, upon the image.. Back upon the ink spilling before my mind's diminished Just before my time's finished Before my fate was written Before our sins forgiven, I was seeing on expanded ranges like light prisms Falling deep into a system where destiny is in the prison Where hearts ain't got no feelings but sh**, who am I kidding? Living in a world of numbers the only rule divide and conquer So as the tone became somber your life's work is left to wander Though your life is based on honor you spend the time evading karma Putting your life upon these songs instead of letting your demons ponder Striving that's chasing dollars that's is left for us to wander So that's what I been longing though the rain is heavy storming Though these times I've always falling like days of a cold autumn So I've found myself walking away from what's been calling I'm starting to see the message I'm longing to understand The plan, the Son of Man made it easy for me to stand Amongst tears I've been facing the years of my mistaken The burning feeling that's kicking that trembles through every Haitian.. Spotless mind..