Yeah, it's supposed to
have been gone.
I saw that fool on the bus.
Grouch?
Shit.
Fuckin' got the worst attitude.
I know.
As the blades of the helicopter
hit the horizon,
Lying on the path of destiny,
Over the sea, 2003.
We all knew some of us might
not be coming back,
Plan of attack, a world unknown,
Built from five levels where the sun come,
And run the mental swamp,
stepping upon the sea.
Who dares?
The powers of the gods,
what will happen?
Rapping in the universe of lost little
boys trying to make the most noise
I watch the bonfire burn,
many learn within the crevices of doubt
Fuck clout, hear the shouts
of a man dying to live
Give me your ear, we all live in fear,
that's why we all hide who we really are
You gonna make it past the galaxy,
freeze the energy
Shoot through the 3D,
mentions we all running, coming to reality
So many fake personalities
glaze your environment
Damn, they tryin' to prime grips
of educational systems
Holdin' back wisdom,
replacin' it with hate
Stuck within the glaze,
who shall melt when the costs are dealt?
My helicopter belts to the side,
come ride with me
I'll be journeyin' to your mind on the
M .I .C.
Peace to
P .S .C.
I,
I,
I,
I...
Up above the clouds where
the proud people stand
I open my eyes and gaze
down upon the land
As man parallels the pages encasing all black
I sit and wonder why,
must I face the facts
I taste my last tear last year
cause now I fully grown
Chops in the world no different
just gifted all my own
Poem to bad luck,
I had luck once but I lost it
Now I'm green like salad cause
I didn't get to toss it like a faucet
She dropped me and I feel like a drip
And all you ever say is keep
it real and to flip
Flip the script, the script is tired,
unadmired, and I'm wired
I can feel a glass from the sweat
that I perspired from my palms
Yet no qualms about continuin'
I'm just makin' songs,
re laxed in my minuet
I see the light in the corner
of the room
Tellin' me that it will be okay soon,
now it will be okay
Yeah
Through the many ways in life,
we must struggle on
As we journey through the sands,
where you walkin' to
It's like that one motherfucker,
that you see like
That's why you be on the bus,
he roll by on his
Pathfinder, he might be the man now
All of a sudden you looking out the side of the window,
you coming home from school
You be like, hey that's that
fool that used to have that
Pathfinder
And he be like, throw me a transfer out,
Throw me a transfer out, man
I be like, man
Damn, you kinda fucked up
You age me.
P .S .C.
M .J .G.
B .F .A .P.