[Verse 1: Kembe X]
I got a quarter and a nightmare
Light it up
We the realest n***as left, right? Well, right enough
Shit is weighin on my heart heavy
Don't know if I'm ready to move on with all this weight
Tell em lighten up
I'm sheddin light about my future, is it bright enough?
Bumpin my new shit, not quite sure if it's tight enough
N***as say it's huff, and only fools carry tools
Shit it's true
But I refuse to be a picture on the news
Tell me about the blues.. when you dealin with a death and shit
Tryna find a smile, seems the world is in a deficit
Knowing that you've done wrong, apology's belated
Hit the funeral to find you were related..

FUCK

Fill the meter up with quarters
At The Village headquarters
See the homie in the corner, busy baggin up a quarter
Across the room I see my n***a drownin down a quart
Cause he facin 30 years and he not tryna be in court

LIGHTS
As I awake from a nightmare
I'm fuckin scared, man I seen the reaper RIGHT THERE
Just as I feared, sickle holdin, grip it tight
I swear the motherfucker inches closer every night

Verse 2:

I got a quarter and a nightmare..
Light it up
The government ain't likin us, so what the fuck we fightin for?
Fuck it, times is tryin
Ain't got time for all that cool shit
You in the pulpit
But I ain't buyin all that bullshit
Try to give a fuck, that ain't a subject I got pull with
I'm dyin for a buck and you know death and shit to fool with
Full clip up in this mac 11, finna ride
On them demons preying on my soul from the other side

The meter full of quarters
Up at Tribe headquarters
See the homie in the corner, busy baggin up a quarter
Across the room I see my n***a drownin down a quart
Cause he facin 30 years and he not tryna be in court

LIGHTS
As I awake from a nightmare
I'm fuckin scared, man I seen the reaper RIGHT THERE
Just as I feared, sickle holdin, grip it tight
I swear the motherfucker inches closer every night

Verse 3:

I got a dollar and a dream and a one day fun day
Pops say anything's a given, but when sunday comes they
Play games with your soul like it's 2k
It's too gay...
They comin too, regardless of what you say
My conscience tell me daily that my future's in pursuit of me
And satan tryna drain me of my values like he looted me
But I got my dreams in my sights, ain't no eludin me
Prudence is my tutor
And my knowledge is the root of me
N***as wish the prize would make it to they ass in lieu of me
I'm tryna match the picture that my inner genius drew of me
Girlfriend's trippin, swear she don't know what to do with me
No tears when they viewin me
Applause at my eulogy