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Good bad and the ugly Hood grad will still study Stood sad in a sudsy froth from rain up above me But when hounded by stressing, find me counting my blessing Good health, sound mind for now compound investment Slow progress boasts more bags than drags of strong cess God bless my nieces, young nephs Blew my stack often, long term effect's napalm Extra energy use now to stay calm Thought every stray problem could be solved by a great song But that's all in your hands like a face palm Trunk got blown to the side when it caught wind So branches grow wide to find sun they not in Fresh starts for stressed hearts aren't some kinda hot trend I know now why I mourn bad times brought to an end All things coulda been, maybe come next Or versions of them, in updated context Arms too short to box with god, but I got daddy long legs Step over traps in a single bound If it's not new how can it bring me down? Know thyself It takes a while I can control words I can't fake a smile I can strive for greatness, but we all need help To arrive at basics, lead, sleep and eat well Yes yes y'all, si Assaloolee Yessiree Um yup, thumbs up Me oui Lotta whipper snappers look for father figures At end of cigarettes and in bottles a liquor Cuz the ones giving them game were driven insane By living the same every day Punching walls 'til fist hurts But they think skipping complaining gives them power of wizards Simple and plain powers come from listening to whispers When I take a stab at breakin a habit I push my limits, I'm both agent and lab rat What's ingrained and what isn't depends on my prison, imagined or real Bishop's power depends on position Worth 3 in theory'll be 7 if free in the middle Or none pinned in back row, unpack that I'm not big on diplomacy unless you skip home with me Flip out listening to records and rip poems to beats But that don't mean I'm gonna look down on you Just let me live and give sound to truth Yes yes y'all, si Assaloolee Yessiree Um yup, thumbs up Me oui Sometimes when I eff up, I feel like a heel So I look up at sky and create from sheer will Fierce skill to transmute Fear and doubt to raw rhymes Is cousin to inspiration but on-hand at all times If I didn't get it here, I still got it there Maybe both next time on a road to repair If you weren't lonely you'd not make art to be loved But hey there's worse habits of heart to speak of Bottom line: stand tall, no matter what Go getters fall all the time Dust off busted butts and powder our nuts And what do we say? What's that again? Yes yes y'all, si Assaloolee Yessiree Um yup, thumbs up Me oui Me oui