Charles Hamilton - Bud Dwyer lyrics

(verse 1) Is it lame that I didn't enter the game to get a whip and a chain I refuse to become another one of these n***a slaves That give away they soul just to get a chip or a day A chip or a day, maybe some money, maybe some chips and some haze Maybe some honey that'll shake they hips to the way this hit got played Brooklyn girls got disrespected by mainstream radio They hate me, say it slow A lot of people are against me, maybe because the people are lewinsky Not the people that are my fans But the people that say I s** so I could give a goddamn About your opinion, just say goddamn when my flow gets mentioned (hook) Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that peace of mine Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that peace of mine I don't wanna fall (x 2) From grace (verse 2) I am the king of self de-pre-ciation, somebody help me please Creation, I must've been left out of it ...damn, left out of it I guess being left means I'm out of it But then again you left me when I was out of it So tired I doubt this sh**'ll make sense Unless you have bouts with a b**h Look in the mirror and look down at yourself Look down, there's a crown, and there's help I asked for help before, but I guess I need shelter more Feeling like helta skelta when I melt the door I meant knock, then again this is hip-hop Most metaphors get taken out of context Which is why this sh** is considered a contest, I'm the best (hook) Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that peace of mind Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that peace of mind I don't wanna fall (x 2) From grace (verse 3) The way the universe works; karma shows That anybody that try to harm the flow gonna end up in some kinda spotlight In my mind, I'm not right In your mind, I don't write In my mind, I just write Don't mind me, mind yourself Mind your business But then again whose mind is this? Why is my mind in this business? Can't give these n***as my soul, as if these n***as know But no.. most of these n***as ain't even n***as at all It's not race, so why would you call these n***as? When you need some help, I ask myself But then again Pac asked why he shouldn't blast himself So as I stand with a pistol, I hope one of your mans have an issue with me ...Charles Hamilton (hook) Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that peace of mind Gimme that, gimme that, gimme that peace of mind I don't wanna fall (x 2) From grace