[Intro]
You see the songs, they're-
It's what I do
Just write the songs and sing them
Therefore it's pure feeling
It's complete honesty
I'm just saying, if you can place the origin of your fear, it will disappear

[Verse]
These thoughts, dreams, plots in these schemes
Ask "What's on your mind?" when I sweat in my sleep
Nobody comprehend my brain, and it'll bleed
My mom house full of wine, you have to see to believe
I have more spleefs, many friends, but what's the word?
"What's up sir? You just got lost in a tree, I'm more concerned with you"
I'll kick the curb when I'm crossing the street
Not watchin' out, for the words of our God
These half-assed police, black men shot by they past
A half ounce on them, another half ounce by they theory
Another account of this, went "Go and count me out of this! I'm out with the breeze!"
If dodging policemen was a sport, a thousand medals, spit this "Back alley shit"
My n***a, look, you think my eyes not open
I'm sleepy while on the highway, "Paul Giamatti, that n***a always sat sideways"
A bubble on the highway, we went traveling through the Tri-state
If trouble came, pull the gun here and then make my mind race
When I was four, lived on 4th and saw more morsels shot onto a porch then on to my plate
Motherfucker, I wasn't baller, momma snitched, threatened to take me off the motherfucking sport off by next Friday
"Say that shit to my face!"