Makin' Choices (feat. Alkebulaun)

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You ever looked into the eyes of a man marinated in madness
Constantly hearing that fat lady sing, feels like I'm serenaded by sadness
It's real
When love your dad is all I can leave in my will
So I guess, I guess it's the evil forces forcing me to reach for this steel

Pressing this pen to this paper tryna preoccupy my trigger finger
Ends is barely meeting, desperate measure all I'm really thinking
Checking the front page, it's bodies dropping every weekend
Gotta thank the LORD it ain't my body on the corner leaking
Wanna honor my mom and poppa so I'm living decent
Following Ephesians, but it's hard when you see ballers feasting
Lusting for riches, and chickens that flock to foreign cars
Jackers catch you lacking, you know the motto, what's yours is ours
Counting down the minutes and hours until my next check
Locking in this booth, so I won't do something that I'll regret
Stress
Got me contemplating crazy shit
Robbing banks and flipping bricks to guarantee my baby's rich
Gotta stop listening to these voices in my head
Swear these demons tryna push me off the edge
Got me feeling like I'm falling
I'm down for sacrificing all this
Scared money never made money
So I'm all in

Look
Look at the money Bernie Madoff
Made off middle class Americans getting laid off
Look at how life is so hard at times
How these hard times got me thinking bout serving hard at times
But I can't
Cause at the same time I'm too afraid I might get caught
Slippin' that one time
Get locked up by one time
Then sent up state to serve what
Hard time

Frustration is a understatement
See niggas cakin' I'm motivated
Should I work harder to make it
Or jux'em and take it
Self-preservation is a primal law of man
Besides, I promised my daughter's I would do all I can
To provide a paradise
I feel I'm failing miserably
Second guessing if success is really meant for me
Tryna reap what I've sewn on this emotional tapestry
Dodging casualties to transform this drama into a masterpiece
Theater of the mind
Don't want to be a phantom in this opera
So I'll do it how I wanna like Sinatra
And take what I feel is rightfully mine
Something like OJ
Wanna smile and reminisce on how we struggled in the old days
Although my heart is aching
I just fake it like I'm Ok
Getting sick of this job
So I'm plotting on robbing, yo place
But what if there is no safe
Or valuables to capture and I'm captured
So I shake it off and punch the clock the morning after

Why
You think you gonna have the time of your life
In prison, doing time serving life
Let one moment in time leave you frozen in time
Or maybe
Maybe you could push a couple nicks a dimes
And get out the game real quick
Just in the nick of time
But as soon as you start to shine
Even time will start snitching
Hell
Keep flexing with that Rolex nigga
Time will tell

They say it's gangster when you outside of the law
I don't wanna be gangster, just never wanna be poor
The envy in my soul got me caught in the allure
Living evil is a sin, but living righteous is a chore
Making choices got me torn
Between the darkness and the light
Sending praises up to GOD
Cause He bothered to spare my life
Now I'm fighting with all my might
Not to become a statistic
Everyday I'm making choices
Them choices I gotta live with

So tell me what I'm supposed to do
When them bills is overdue
And the landlord keep holding eviction notices over you
Cause time waits for no man
It just weighs on your manhood
That's why we in them back woods puffing backwoods
Got our people moving backwards
That's why I put the truth in word, like a racist black word
Spending time in your cell for them dimes that you sell
Left you blinded and veiled
That's why my hood niggas never go to Harvard and Yale
The hardships that we harvest, feels like it's carved out of hell
The pain on our fingertips, feels like razorblade braille
Life is hard
You know it's hard
You know it's hard when you feel conflicted
Between tryna do right and staying calm, or being convicted
Ghetto conditions got me conspiring on my guns firing
If these jobs ain't hiring
But, these is meager ends
Got me feeling like it's either me, or them
While the heartless, cardiac arrest my development
Yeah
And you hear them innuendos
That means I'm coming straight in your window
Thoughts riddled with the ricochets of the word that the wicked say
Damn
Let us pray

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