Goodie Mob

Goodie Mob - Thought Process

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From da down underground are hangin' around the A Town
 Lookin' for a come up  workin' from 9 to 5
 Just to get some change so T Mo can stay alive
 Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do
 Nobody from my crew will I forget
 And if I start to get large and come up on some change
 I won't change  everybody know they down
 It's not the same  everyday life can be different
 These laws got me ready to ball
 Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows
 To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets
 Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess
 Cause the system got us fucked up
 It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in
 Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter
 Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
 We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes
 We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go
 So how U feel???

 Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb
 To feel something sometimes so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee
 Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off my
 mind
 That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin'
 Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to do
 Off in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my little
 bro'
 In Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my
 Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin'
 Thru one of our episodes, only god knows, whut I go thru so I get down
 On my knees, sometimes I come home too high to pray, but I get on my bed
 Lay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls,
 it's
 Like cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E, put it
 Down on paper...So whut chu feel?

 I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour
 Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower
 Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad
 I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood
 It's people killin' in da street to eat
 Surviving the day is the only goat that I set
 Just to make it home, I'm not alone
 Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong

 My head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouth
 What route did you take man
 Caught me by that loops of my pants
 Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
 No questions I said nothing
 Lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'
 Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit
 Close my mouth then I dip
 See to me G is a person who understand tha plan
 Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man
 They got some new suites down Peachtree
 Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hardheads
 Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Hartsfield
 Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shit's slick
 Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest
 Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller
 Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past
 Cuz ain't no future wanna millicamp your case
 Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe
 But ain't no place to run...

 Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat
 'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street
 Shit, you might see a nigga on tv
 But hell it's almost like I'm rappin' for free
 That little money be gone...got dammit, I'm grown
 Gotta help keep the heat and tights on
 It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po'
 At least I know what my friends here fo'
 I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't
 I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't
 It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not
 That's why we got nigga's killing
 Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold
 You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole
 Cause without you there'd be no me
 And without no unity there will never be any happiness
 You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress
 God bless my...thought process

 The thought process...
 Now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm
 That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life
 Done sent me through a lot of up's and down like it ain't nothing'
 Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons
 I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one
 They said it skipped from 12 to 14
 Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln
 4 A.M. thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas
 We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers
 And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have
 The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass
 But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
 Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right

 Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne
 Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine
 Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion
 Label me murder because my ass is scorchin'
 Hot from the glock that sits under my seat
 Yeah, it's real fucked up that my floks come to get me
 And it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: LaFace Records

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Released in: 1995

Language: English

Appearing on: Soul Food (1995)

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