Ill-Noize - Mr. B (Dear Father) lyrics

[Verse 1: Ill-Noize] Started in 1991, now I'm almost 24 years young A week after yours, two pisces swimmin' ashore, but we different for sure Never really saw eye to eye, but we family, that blood is pure Still we always at war, behind closed doors Whole family clashin' swords Think I just need a break, need to escape For goodness sake, hide away & get baked Like a cake, give my mind a break Man that sh** is straight... Uhh, grew up in different places at different times Uhh, You really can't expect that to mold the same mind Uh, & the vision I have would probably make you blind (Uhh, uhh, yea, Dear Father,) [Hook: Ill-Noize] Yea & I know that you only always wanted what's best for me Yea, but you know that you can't interfere with destiny Yea, & lately the whole world, including you has been testing me But I, gotta spread my wings, gotta spread my wings! [Verse 2: Ill-Noize] & fly through the sky, don't clip these things Don't k** my dreams, I take a lean & try to see Things from your perspective Grew up on different methods I went to school around crack & meth heads Plug in the cla**room spittin' d**h threats You went to school on the country side Whole town washed white... & my eyes still wide, trying to see me from your view, I bet you wish I watched your every move Followed your footsteps right on que But that just ain't me though, you drink a twelver, I'll smoke a kilo Keep my pride on the d-low 'Cause I'm glad he taught me everything that he knows [Hook] [Verse 3: Ill-Noize] f** a 9 to 5, keep the dream alive You might disapprove the paths I choose What have I got to lose? Smoke a blunt Then hit the booth, drop some truth, we are the youth, we may be young, but we sing the blues So I rap my words, 'n you sit & curse But realize that it could be worse... I could be pushin' d**, hangin' with gangsters & thugs Instead I'm just preachin' to do what you love! This is how I turned out in the City where I grew up... (Uhh, uhh, yeaa, Dear Father!) [Hook] [Verse 4: Ill-Noize] No, I ain't no accolade, no I ain't critically acclaimed Don't follow God, that ain't for me Hate politics, I just wanna be free Don't have much in common But thanks to you I didn't grow up starvin' I know we have our problems But we're family until our coffins... That's family, that's family... (×2) Ha, but don't call me Mr. B... PEACE!