In spirit of, my brother Choir boy, God accept his soul
And if you can forgive my sins, cause no one knows when its time to go
Wise man, where is your fortune
How important is a fool wih the gold
Wise man, where is your fortune
What is life if your was sold
They don't know the price of life
They don't know the price of life
They don't know the price of life
They don't know the price of life
Im on the type of shit that's more important than a bitch
And if shes real she understands that's not a diss
Smoking with the homies
Like how the fuck we get rich
Laughing cause we 25 now a days it's sink or swim
Father forgive my sins
The ones i have now
And the ones i may commit
I gotta a couple hustles and i know they not legit
But its too much shit too quit
Im in too fucking deep
Still ain't found my fucking knitch
And I'm reading through my psalms
And my palm itch
And my mind been gone after reading willie lynch
Shout out to Jihaad Muhammad for the line
But you can't put price on letting me pick your mind
I went through them 48 laws
Still learning how to abide
I listen to Michael Fisher
And Minister Farrakhan
I'm telling you guys I'm different
These are more than rhymes
The homie heard me rapping he said it sound like I was crying
(I ain't lying)
Cause all my niggas they got felonies
How my record clean
But we in the same boat
Trying to generate hope for this generation
Even our president is off a plantation
Plant your seeds with good intentions
Then you wait for them to harvest
Cause you reap what you sew
You're in control of your karma
Did these bitches wrong, i could never have a daughter
Don't know how to teach my i ain't ever had a father
Guess i gotta learn
Take some L's
Blow the L's
Get an 8th from the weed man
Note to self
Turn the page you'll see all the goal i set
And women are like us now they want money and sex
But baby other than the cleavage i see treasure in your chest
I see the pain in your smile
Maybe it was an ex
But you can't let that weigh you down
Don't take that baggage on your jet
Don't trade your soul for attention and follow your intuition
Racism still alive they just be concealing it
And they get away with whatever
That shit be killing me
Kill a nigga over his hoodie that how real it get
You can be whatever you want
Dont be no idiot
Cause every house party's
Just a coming out party
Or somebody shooting outside
Who died?
So you got a bunch of gay niggas
Mixed with a bunch of gang members
Dj playing that gay shit
I can't find my place in it
Smart is the new rich
Theres no bliss in being ignorant
And love is too much of a risk
And i dont see a benefit
I wish that I could trust
But that s a gift and that curse
It's lessons learned in being hurt
When your heart break that pain's the worst
But when that pain turn to power
There's nothing like it
There's nothing like it