I used to be good. Just weed and a bag of chips Now I’m more fascinated by DMT and Acid Trips A partial cosmos. We live in just a patch of it I’m more into the symmetrical negative that matching it We don’t know where reality stops It could be a simulation or a sanity lost I talk but my family of thoughts is dysfunctional I’m lost just like everyone else, I can’t punish you Lowercase c represents light speed All these subliminal hints to Type III Might be just a pipe dream inside the Mind of a fried group home kid psyche These aren't parts they’re images of the whole We are stardust. A ship? assemble it and we’ll go Be apart of the trip the membership and the goal From the start we’ll put into it heart until we’re old
We grow too old soon, and too late wise Useful lives full trying to escape time A few remain just to hang with the great minds The most insane work and strain ‘til it’s break time
You remain claimless, I’m a stake mine I didn't become famous, it became mine I aimed to have my story carved into the cave line That’s why we playing for tomorrow while today’s fine
Don’t want to be viewed like a prized athlete ....as long as I change one life with my music then i’ll die happy This is the curse of the creative person The integrity of the art or just to the chance to sign your name in cursive If you don’t love money they say you’re worthless Aimless waiter servants waiting on the industry like table service To give em able purpose Write their rhymes for em and lay their verses ...and you wonder why the game has worsened ...Guys battle even less than before I’d rather leave an easy lesson for all Before I exit this world ..and the only thing I’d regret Is that I didn't discover earlier how to be fresh ....with the lyrics and the bar schemes Blame my situation its part environment part genes And it’s part me I’ll admit it Hip hop was my wife, my mistress composition
We grow too old soon, and too late wise Useful lives full trying to escape time A few remain just to hang with the great minds The most insane work and strain ‘til it’s break time
You remain claimless, I’m a stake mine I didn’t become famous, it became mine I aimed to have my story carved into the cave line That’s why we playing for tomorrow while today’s fine
If you ask me, I’m dying in the studio Just play the last thing I was working on at my funeral It’s not who you know, it’s what you do with what you have We were out seizing the day while you were home puffin grass Wait, that was me instead of you Learning from the things I always plan but never do Nope, that was you instead of me Believe me you don’t want me as a true celebrity Because I'll start tellin’ the people they never needed the Record labels, politics, gods, or corporate media They know they’ll have to answer things when I come in How many ideas stolen from a slave or a woman? Why are you still making a big deal when the blunt’s lit? You wouldn't raise a fuss if it was another substance So just quit. Adjust and relate I feel like this is all stuff that I learned too late But...
We grow too old soon, and too late wise Useful lives full trying to escape time A few remain just to hang with the great minds The most insane work and strain ‘til it’s break time
You remain claimless, I’m a stake mine I didn't become famous, it became mine I aimed to have my story carved into the cave line That’s why we playin for tomorrow while today’s fineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
