Booker T. - Heat Check Time From Long Range lyrics

[Verse 1] We got us a situation, divine innervation A vida lo que hace nada, I'm waiting on resuscitation Crawling on out from the basement Don't fit in no standardized placement Felt like a felony telling me normal I swore to be more than conformity Forming inside is a war in me Word to my Lord ‘cause there's more than a heaven and hell in me Bello, mi bello and I love myself but I don't see no room for my pride on the shelf Well, I lied There's a lot going on deep inside of me, hiding in spite of me Writing outside of the line again, firing light in my mind again Finding I'm right ‘chea, so tell me where you? Heart on my sleeve and a part of my youth Part of me preaching but part of me losing my mind A minority, doing my time of the season So gimme a rhyme or a reason to die I believe I want out of the trial and error that tie all together I'm eying an air full of terrorists, scared that my era apparently heir of this How we prepare for this? Make ‘em aware that there's more to the music than ba** and a snare I swear; I'll take it from there Catching my breath Back in my room imagining d**h Trapping and rapping with what I got left Parents be fretting, parents be stressing [Bridge] Glory glory, hallelujah Money keep pouring in, how ya do it? Tell me, tell me what the hell ya think you're doin with your life You wasting time rapping, you got a D in this cla**! Why do you think that you be in this cla**? Hmmmm? [Hook] I can hear opportunity knocking at my door I can hear her footsteps walking across my floor I can feel all these things I've never felt before Never had a doubt, never thought about what this means to you Sorry I got different dreams than you But I'mma make you proud, I'mma make you proud [Verse 2] She said that I love you no matter what No matter you do bad or batter up Add it up, and summin get Subliminal love that a mother give So mama I thank you for raising me right And for praising me despite all the craziest nights Calling me, yelling and waking me up I gotta tell her I'm picking up all the pieces No more of falling to pieces or sitting around on my a** And hitting the town, not pa**ing a cla** Crazy; mama no more am I lazy Swore I ain't trynna be Jay Z Swear that my music is there to be used as therapy Dare to be different than what I been choosing Cruising now; no room to compare me to nothing Can't compare me to nothing And they can talk about way they walk it out when they walk it out They ain't walking talk if they say they don't love their moms Word is bond, shout Joey Aich on that one, till my word is gone And that's truth And that's truth And that's truth