A lot of animosity, figured I would just hold it in...
until I nearly explode, n' then if they ever direct their anger my way?
I would unload, on them. It's only necessary...
Watching the reflections near me, disappear. It's perplexing,
hear thee Yes Man talking, every time.
Orchestrating a tune. Can't wait until I can berate the buffoon.
Waiting out late, every day - can't make it to June.
In a winter coat, freezing, n' can't make it to noon...
So how's your conscience like? Rural authority; don't be the pompous type.
Navigation amiss for whenever you're feeling lost, in life...
Doctored association from doctors and procreation
From talking to those who've waited to hostage or home invasions..
Just no elation, the driest reward...
Can't shed a tear, but that's what our desires are for, behest of fear.
Talking down to the peasants, make sure the request is clear.
Because perceptions steer in different directions, swear it's...
- the circle of life, despite what you jesters, hear...
No opportunity. Thoughts are like the napalm to burn through your block immunity.
Signs of living the double life.
Because the years of my youth were full of security, stoops,
and other things weird to me.
Truth? Suburbs, living with family , in a condo.
Then mom hit the lotto through two jobs n' got a lot more...
Wasn't like money was coming in hardcore, but she made
being selfless an artform...
Like aspirations to grow was something to march towards...
And that was the hustle..
From the scraps to the muscle, carrying the world on our backs...
Made sure it's attached.... and work hard, never learned to relax.
Closed off site, really had to swerve through the cracks..
- and torture... raps on a forum....
Made it off our a backs, so fake cats will ignore 'em...
Filling the gaps of a boredom, ya know.
Putting your motherfucking foot in the door, 'fore it closed.
Sitting on the throne, reflection suffering from porcelain woes...
Enemy's in a scope, right?
That's the idea, and I had to live it, my whole life.
Figures, under the strobe light, with menacing grins..
akin to some old strife.
Feel the burn, worse than a fist from a close strike.
Yeah... long paragraphs; lots to say.
Nautical, wavelength from walking Prague. High cuisine, on a Lobster tray.
... with a cloth, folded, into my lap - we do it the mobster way.
word to Doctor Dre... I fucked with some bitches, n' never lost my name.