As I take a sip of this liquor
And a puff of this cigar
I sit back and contemplate about what am I to do tomorrowI have dreams of livin lavish
Big ass crib call it a palace
I′m awaken from my slumber
Cause I forgot the flick the ashes
Now my hands burnin
Sands turnin on the clock
Of the World Wide Web
And that's www dot
Or WWE cause we got the F out
With this little light of mine
We′re going to find the best route
So Lord God please order my steps
So when that time comes
They'll never be taking orders from Wes (yes)
"Let me get a medium number 2 no onions with a coke"
I think I'm dope
But the rest y′all need to learn
It′s my turn
Let it burn
Bitch flame on
I'm digital
And I′m underground
Why y'all niggas still singing the same song
Game on!
Get your chips and dip
72 Dolphins 17 and zip
Now add 10 years to that
For the year that I was born
And my grandfather died
And they say every time
That a child is born someone loses their life
Think about it (yeah)
Now let the song cry
It′s hard to keep my feet on the ground
Beat the beat make it frown
Cause this the life I found
To be so profound
And if I get in it
How it's a game that I′m bound to win
But the minute I get up
Is when I'm down again
My tears I'm drowning in
Severely astounded with
This lifestyle
Cause right now I′m barely counting in
My blessings as I receive them
And my question is do you believe him
Is your destiny so deceiving
Driven by sex & the golden Jesus pieces
Don′t be a thief
At least have the decency to pay the cost to be the boss
There's an admissions fee
Then you could floss like a dentist be
6′1 and I'm gon′ every inch of me to reach the stars
Defeat the odds
I'll make it there eventually
In the meantime I stuff my sweet cigars and as it strengthen me
Mentally
I realize I′m in a better place than where the benchers be
They hanging on my words like a lynching B
I'm on a losing strike
I'm on a winning streak
I′m just beaming like the 1st & 15th
See I could′ve kept it sweet
And kept this verse at 16 but
I don't think you understand my emergency needs
I need a vert with tv′s
Some of ya purpliest weed
Yeah these things I want
But I deserve it so I need it
You want to talk about hurt
Shit I was beaten
With the city on my back
Getting stoned like a heathen
Hold up
Kenner City that is
Stand up
Nice
I want free
Get off
Release me
My people deceased
Thinking it'll never happen to me
We feed the mark of the beast
They′re closing in we sleep
Thy kingdom come
When I'm done I hope it′s my soul you keep
My attitude reeks
Judgement at a dangerous low
211s without a mask
Niggas is dangerously broke
Live fast in a city
Where death is dangerously close
Family pictures without a father
Suckas quick to get ghost
We're infecting our black women
For selfish fulfillings
I can't deny the feeling
Something′s missing
I need a fill in
Grey skies
The silver lining is hidden, sins unforgiven
My temple is empty, got me shivering, killer vision
Sorting thru many lies
While I′m searching for truth
Confused
Seems like love and hate works in cahoots
God
Restless nights
And fantasies of greed
Visions of a rise fall and disease
God
Yea
It's M-E-L-A
Aka Dan Freeman
Yo, ayo
I′m sick of living
In the position of pimping or prison
The system make it seem like pushing that powder
For power
To folks after hours the only viable options we given
Put us in the ghettoes at night
A goon with a metal device
Better suffice
Where the competitors fight
Where news play Picasso
Paint us in negative light
Some belittle our plight
Until the States read them federal rights
Pariah tryna get notes higher than Mariah
Carry the weight on my shoulders
Losing they grip like pliers
Ya either monster or messiah
Where means be expired
Dreams of getting ya teens everything desired
Days Look dire
In that patch like briars
Now them sad songs sang by the choir
Tougher than leather y'all Niggas tired
I′m inspired
To run dees m.c.'s outta the muck & the mire
Suckas think they hot set themselves on fire
But I won′t stop rocking til' I retire
YAAAHH
