This sh** is not a rap It is off the dome, though One take Pain is present But is not presented in a way that makes it seem like a present You resent recent sentiments of parents or exes I testify that you pa** the test If I, and the ones who have been tested Find you to be satisfactory, so listen As you glisten in the sun But soak in the rain And croak and moan in pain The games that the world plays test your name You start to hate You start to hurt You start to hate and hurt And as though you were some sort of hate-hurt expert You wait and work toward some kind of mate or dirt That you can call your own And that'll be fantastic You won't have to get in the zone Or be all alone Or have someone else tell you how it is things go No, you'll be in your space With your face resting peacefully Next to your one saving grace On a matching motherf**ing pillowcase But it all fades It doesn't matter whether dawn shades Or you don shades, and race toward the everglades I said it all fades And one day, you'll crack You'll sit back and ask "why?" Such a short spot of time And here I was letting "just fine" define me Spending no time refining I co-signed with Nike, but had no life for wifey Or had woe love for wifey, and never co-signed with Nike Damn Let that breathe So you look back, and you say try me While the rest of the world calls your problems tiny We dig our hands in the dirt and get grimy So we can pull out diamonds and hold them highly Aiight, we don't have to do a single f**ing thing But eat, sh**, breathe, and die--see? So you can act like this world isn't what it is But things are f**ed so now you're pissed But the fact of the matter is: Everything is nothing, which makes nothing everything So will you stand there and look into the dire f**ing outlook And bleak f**ing odds, and share this with me? Or are you gonna sit around f**ing b**hing about what should be? Come on, dawg