One day i came home to mom's tears, her child realized we all fear/
i drown angst through short fuse and tall beers/
poor muses, "used-to's" and "crawled clear"s/

We've all loved, we've all lost, we're all here/
Hear... a life ends while another's in making/
we never stutter or pace it, the troubles brothers been facing/

we cover suffer-ing's basis, ignore the roots of the problem/
We're stemming way from our bases, console the truth if its bothering, and so this booth is my calling/
you're not mobbing, your mentality is/

more project x to offset steps that reality gives/
And yolo's for poor folks,hold on to close ropes/
with enemies near but the so-and-so's more close/

cuz eyes can lie, i would know i owned rohtos/
and posed for photos, showing alll teeeth/
the modern day lobo masqueraded as bald sheep/

Talk aint all cheap... my dreams shed light/
my bro said my song saved his life, i wrote faith that night/
i guess god shows his serious face/

in quite mysterious ways, and old hate rearrives as a curious praise... and so we wait/
preoccupied, my concubine-type-mind/
is conscious, that i tought you sly white lies, i promise/

Monkey see monkey do, money leaves, but we knew/

what wed need to reach through, their unappeased unamused/

ooo, should i ensue with the jewelery talk, caught/
oft, in tom foolery, news, you dont need school to be taught/
I've learned more about life through pain, it aint rainbows/

but when the rain slows, we settle our case load/
i pedaled down lake road, my old mode the scapegoat/
face shone and made hope, spaceghost and peso/

Take smoke create dope, lay low the stakes rose/
Your faith grows when lifes at his brightest/
so even those always smiling, seemingly hide behind bias/

remind us... why we're here in the first place/
when life is a wordplay, blurred by different persays/
my stomach still knots at the sight or thought of her face/

that bird chase bird craze, capture em and the spurts vague/
i've been called an $$#, dick, scum and dirtbag/
she show $$#, sit, run, or dick### and worry late/


in the hurricane of post-medidation/
i get the most elevation, from just a toast or ovation/

thats not to boast im just sayin/
i gotta do some right/
nothing is permanent, we all fade in the sunlight/

word to tattoos, burnt days and fast food/
laying at marion, carry a case of hamms brews/
and ram through the thought that i still can be called innocent

tho i'm nice im just living, maybe my parents are ignorant/
or maybe they've got their eyes closed, i spose/
they wouldnt like to know their kid is skipping up on the tight rope/

trippin up with a tight throat, eyes rolled and finger pointed/
the others poignant the lingering smell of joints is poison/
To me, you can get high of your weed/

i'd rather simple believe, my mind's providing the peace/
for beef they'll bon apetit, these girls bone ath-letes/
for 2 minutes of fame, i put my heart on a sleeve, thats been ripped and been frayed/

switching tims for the j's, cuz sunlight dont come oft/
the land of 10,000 reasons for me to just run off/
the weak'll just pump glocks/

dumb plots since lunch box days/
we all fall slave to vanity some ways/
so in twenty twelve, i hope these money hungry honey bells/

can run themselves clean, in between sun and bloody hell/