D.L.P.

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Jalan Veasley

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Inner bliss.
We had the ball, then it the rim. Now we reminisce
Let’s book a flight, we explore the heights, and we often miss
We pay the price for our youthful sins and the offer sticks
Then we get lost in it.

No Charmin, that’s awful shit. It’s that unlawful shit
Educated in serving green to clean some bricks
I remember he played center and blocked the blitz
But it’s been different since world entered apocalypse 

Wait. Gon and save the date.
Stephen getting married, Colby copped a newer space
Nick OD’d and passed away, his life won’t go unnoticed.
Circle steady eroding. I guess my future foreboding.

Don’t drive a Ford, but I’m focused.
360° scoping, the landscape, this man fate in the open.
The paths are chosen. There’s no reversing 
Because of this, it make me nervous.

I got shawty on the phone, she ask me why I’m stressing 
All my friends are either dead, serving life, or pregnant 
Some dropped out of school, others graduated
Others working full-time for “The Man”, it’s crazy

And my boy Terrell about to have his baby
You know Cassandra count on you, my boy, so don’t be lazy!
Things are changing like the moon, you know it used to phase me
But now I’m numb to the grave as I pace the pavement

Tell me what it’s got to be. Is it prophecy?
Dreams of a prodigy wearing Prada, G.
Nah, probably in a hockey tee and some stocky jeans
Hits like Dwayne J, come and rock with me 

Lyrically, I’m Socrates. Kick like soccer league.
You may need lobotomy at thought of me
We were taking shots, but now they taking shots at me. 
Before Waka Flocka made that song, “Oh Let’s Do It”

We was going through it. Rarely did the shoe fit 
Recognize the face on the news clip. Victim of the ruthless 
Fox 13 with another one. 
And I think shawty got another son. 1-on-1

With the man in the clouds.
Should I keep it in, or should I speak aloud.
‘Cause if my tree falls, doubt he’ll ever hear a sound 
So I’ve been chopping trees, rolling loud, in the background


Momma on the phone, she ask me why I’m stressing 
All my friends are either dead, serving life, or pregnant 
Some dropped out of school, others graduated
Others working full-time for “The Man”, it’s crazy

And my boy, Derrick, cried when he lost his baby
Ice cream inside a blender, our friendship shaky
Things are changing like the moon, you know it used to phase me
But now I’m numb to the grave as I pace the pavement

Now as I stand on this stage, I’m ‘bout to make a statement 
Went from chains as bracelets and now we slave for payment 
So I creep, while them youngins sleep in a prison basement 
They just needed some TLC, now they trading spaces

Now I ain’t saying the game is rigged or the system’s racist
Was once a time when they didn’t give us the rules to play it
It’s D.L.P. ‘Til he intervene and I’m pushing daisies 
Make my last name famous...

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