Lyrics:
Tears, Joy, Sadness, Laughter
Stress, Tests, Times up, FASTER
Colleges, Politics, Drama, Struggles
Who cares? They ain't our masters
Working together
I had a talk with the greatest
They wanna talk about the latest in our culture
And the views of those who died to help us make it
I didn't leave
of the time of hoax with money missin and drama talks
And you can tell a nigga from Brooklyn just how he walks
Them Brownsville dudes carry gas in they draws
we have to lose is time
Know the real niggas they don't ever die
Free my brother he ain't even do the crime
I came up on some nickels and turned em
given me
So thankful for the storms because they're teaching me
Didn't see it as a young man but i see it now
Over joyed by your blessings and i'm
goes grow in a world with no faith
i think of the days
When I have my kids will they do it the same?
I hope that they don’t to avoid all the pain
everything changes and suddenly you're
Different
But they can't make out the difference
That's because they only go by what they see
And nobody ever listens
my ego, not my soul that chose to hide
For the ego's fueled by pride while the soul follows the light
Can I clear my mind two times
Can I clear my mind
They've changed all the lights and the bar's down the side
I've recognized the glow of your low beams numerous times
Through fairly opaque blinds in
They calling me the main suspect for a robbery
My mom ain't trust me, and really she thought it's me
But I can't blame her, by the time they call me
Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man
They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand
makin it hard
And by the time they get in-to your pad
You done flushed it down the toilet and now they're mad
And so they're mad as hell and take you
the Cherokee nation when
Everybody was claiming, everyone was taking
But worst of all, said it was given by god
And that morning his people told they were
have to quit
Censor me how pussy
I’m an independent rapper bitch
& when the
Kids hear me spit
They fucking love
The fact I’m lit
& know that
I go savage
Passing you by,
Passing you by,
Passing you by,
Getting high on life.
Now I have changed my point of view.
Now I can't see the point of you.
I've changed my
hell or heaven sent
Well the curtain’s closed
And blood’s been drawn
The stars have fallen
And now we’re gone
Times have changed
Well that’s nothing new
ain't playing around
Coach tell em my prices went up
Tell em we changed it around
Tell em my following bigger
They ran outta liquor
The last time I came
have a bed for months
You begin talking to Z right after
I come by to drop off the keys and give Rune ice cream
I see you leaving with him
Still don't
And i took my pride
And put it aside
For niggas who was claimin that they was down
But when it came time
For all us to ride
I swear aint a single one
out, that shit's cold
By the time they cop it, that shit's old
They know not of what they speak, they cannot understand
They never danced with The Allure
have seen me back in high school, they had some shit to say
Thought they was the shit 'cause they had shift jobs at Chick-fil-A
I was thinkin' R-A-P,
you'on make plans
For the future
And people tell you that you ain't shit
And at times you believe it
Cause these problems, they ancient
And growing up in
landing
Sometimes I feel I've been tested
By the emotions that I've invested
In time you learn all those lessons
But when it's worth it, it's such
the sunshine
I went back to my old town
I can't believe and everything changed now
I spent most of my time
Chasing the edge of the skyline
I was blinded by
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