Dear God, it’s my time, believe me I’m with it
But before I go, forgive me for the times that I didn’t
Use better judgment against the people I shitted
Them young girls I fucked over and the sins I committed
Thought my master plan was hand crafted
Never thought my master plan would backfire and get my own man blasted
Now we both on our way to hell in hand baskets
Screaming fuck the world for telling us we can’t have it
The hoes, prestige and dollar signs
Ready to serve any nigga feeling like he want a part of mine
My conscious would speak to me a lot of times
When I was busy starching up my white collar crimes
The blueprint follow mines, nigga we can go settle it
I got banks in Switzerland and hoes in the Netherlands
That specialize in offshore accounts and embezzlement
So if your dough get tapped, you know where the hell it went
You funny niggas best be going, the dope specialist
Did more pedaling than Greg LeMond
And you ain’t tryna see none of that, a wild thundercat
Tryna outrun my past life but now it’s coming back
And now I’m kneeling, both palms together
Looking for answers and proverbs, psalms, whatever
And when my soul burns in hell, to myself I owe it
Cause money, sex and power was the motive, for real
I’m wandering free. Just living in a dream.
Every day that goes by is the same old shit.
I’m like the captain on a ship with no certain cause.
Only run on a power pack
Round and round we go. You tired yet? I hope not cuz I can prolly go for another 12 rounds if necessary. You’re mistake is that you subscribe to that old adage that nothing can last forever but I don’t know if you noticed, I’m still going. You don’t even have to put a new battery in my back to get it started, they’re rechargeable so come with it. I never tire, never falter, never fail. Remember that when you come back, I certainly will.
You doing some mean frontin’
When I give you a token of my appreciation now, it don’t mean nothing
Can’t call it hateful, it’s ungrateful
Ma, I put you on the map, molded and shaped you
You supposed to thug it out, instead you buggin’ out
If that’s what loves about, I ain’t with that
If I didn’t wanna be with you, I would’ve just hit that
And never call back
That’s my word don’t forget that
I had big plans for better places, better times
But you keep telling me what I’ll never find
Y’know what? Never mind
And it’s always “Your fault, it’s never mine”
Pick a better line
Cuz I don’t know nothin bout us gettin back together again
Boo, never again
Maybe I shouldn’t say never
But in due time I may find something better
She used to call me late at night
Didn’t take long to see that we were a-alikes
On the same page, just couldn’t get it right
Macintosh of my eye, let me take a megabyte
I cordially invite you to come take a ride in my thoughts
Switch memory lanes while we dreamin, wanderin
And in return I’ll strip my inhibitions
And go skinny dipping in your stream of consciousness
She said it sounds tempting
And I don’t want to catch feelings
But this urge is calling me bad
I said well suga, if ya worried bout catching feelings
Chances are you already have
And there’s no need to deny ourselves
I mean, lie to each other and deprive ourselves
Denial’s not a game I’m prepared to play
So I express things most niggas scared to say
Put a spell on ’em, Forgive me Lord but I’m hell on ’em
Baby we grown folk, So let me longstroke
And send em back to they man with my smell on ’em
Let me be quiet before I tell on ’em
And they said that I should hang with thugs, bust my gun and hustle drugs. But I’ma keep on searching.
And they said that I shouldn’t look that way and turn my back on that teenage runaway. But I’ma keep on searching.
And they said that I’d killed in the raid, I’m out lookin for a cure for AIDS. But I’ma keep on searching.
Niggas is dead broke, ain’t even got a quarter.
Katrina is everywhere, just without the water.
Hustling is cancer, nothing’s the answer.
Taking penitentiary chances, pumpin for Pampers.
Bricks and the pounds is strictly for outta town cuz whoever still around either starving or they a clown.
That and they hate truth.
Pain is something people relate to.
In that case, shoot up the wake too.
Think I got the layout but I’m still searching for a way out.
They gonna make me bring the AK out.
Either you a lottery pick or you probably spit, as long as the shoe probably fit.
I heard you fucking them bitches, you probably sick.
That’s my word. The hood is like a bottomless pit.
Most don’t make it, rich niggas ratting, the broke niggas hating.
I swear I can’t take it.
I’m a nasty, filthy, disgusting, arrogant
Cocky son of a y’know, the word be traveling
And my thoughts unravel when I stopped and got near to ya
And checked out your posterior
Oh Lord it’s so gorgeous, so fine, so thorough
Body like a goddess, it’s out of this world
And I’d do anything to get a piece of it
One taste, one touch, one little squeeze of it
Let me set your body afire and be public
Fulfill your dirty thoughts, yes indeed love it
Not a sex therapist looking for inner peace
I’ma sex terrorist hitting your Middle East
And I know my sins won’t get me to the promised land
And for eternal life my chances ain’t promising
But I’ma find a way to shake these sinner heathens
And take these inner demons out my life, I promise man
A word says nothing
And at the same time it hides everything
Just as the wind that hides the water
Like the earth that hides the flowers
A look says nothing
And at the same time it says everything
Like the rain on your face
Or an old map; a treasure
A truth says nothing
And at the same time it hides everything
Like a bonfire that cant be extinguished
Like a stone that is born of dust.
If one day I’m gone, I will be nothing
And at the same time Ill be everything
Because in your eyes there are my wings
And the shore where I drown,
Because in your eyes are my wings
And the shore where I drown.