J-Yak - Hold On, Heaven lyrics

Pavement chaser til i came upon a "welcome"/ Not too much to claim from 2 years, and 4 solo albums/ I lost my girl, i lost my money, lost my frame of ref/ In to this aimless place between no pace and no more patience left/ Mom told me take a breathe, father told me not to/ When he found my bag of pot in that box while looking for lost shoes/ Guap rules everything around me/ Cream get the money, puff a onie on streets of dakota county/ My buddies gon hold me down if i ever decide to grace the stage/ But thats cuz they think we're all together up in this paper chase/ When i've been broke for days, and kinda like the living/ Plus this christian guilt has got me in a trance of only giving/ So, i toss a bum a buck, and hope its not in vain/ Cuz my selflessness is really only selfishly the same/ Tho i,, kinda admire the style of diamond attire/ Acquire similar shine from seeing what others aspire, occur/ Higher than high needs a word, i know their dying of thirst/ While looking for zion on earth, and we coming live from the burbs/ Where living life is a blurr when tripping off myrrh/ See, this knowledge is power and b**h im out for the world, so hold on/ You heard it live from the entourage pilot watching entourage pilots/ Thinking of names for the movement, you shoulda seen how his eyes lit/ Irises wide as vaginas of diamond kitty, this city, is mine/ And everyone in it is coming with me, tonight, cuz this the kidnapping/ Of the kid's napping on this kid's rapping/ Said that it would come, spoiler alert, i made the sh** happen./ No sir, you heard aurora borealis, so you know/ The constant damage of the kid thats steady canvasing with some/ Casual canabis, cancer stricken my family is/ Can't dismiss it through man*script, but i hope that this balances, out/ All of the clout and the doubt in a higher power/ The world is mine, or its yours, or its ours, depending how ya, wanna make it/ Way i see it you can live it two hands/ The egocentric, or the knowledge your part of a larger plan/ In my fran tarkenton jersey, yelling mercy/ With that michael weston swag, coming after those that burned me/ You ever wonder where your life'll be at 30?/ Me, i wonder if ill make it to that age, but im not worried/ I just pray that either way i do my best to please the heavens/ So my entrance won't be tainted, but be looked at as a blessing, hold on, heaven