[Intro]
Let's try this, Guru
(Everytime I think about you, I feel so alive)
(I wish I could hold onto you forever)
This is how I start my day anew
[Hook]
(I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life)
Good Morning America...Ghetto USA
(Never read the Quaran or Islamic scriptures)
(Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggas)
[Verse 1]
Good Morning
It was the best of times and the worst of times
(The sunshine was shining, you were on my mind)
I wake up, hit my shoebox, I snatch out a few rocks
Put the rest inside, now I'm ready to ride
Put the bomb in my socks so cops can't locate the vials
I ain't freshly dressed but got a Colgate smile
That's right, throw on the same clothes I had on last night
I got loads of capers to come up with this paper
I got money schemes that come to me in my dreams
Hit the block like a veteran
Fiends need they medicine
I'm the relief pitcher
They're clean up hitters
It works I hit the Ave stash the bag in the dirt
Put the rest in my small pocket I start clockin'
(I woke up early this morning)
Same routine: I'm running game to fiends
Exchanging cash for crack rocks
Back and forth to my stash box
Hundred dollars a week
Shorties got the Ave watched
Fiends swarm, I'm getting rid of this bomb
[Hook]