The voices ain't leave yet, 

they just gettin' they feet wet 

Eyes red, I'm up, ain't been to sleep yet 

Damn near two days, ain't even eat yet 

If you don't wanna bounce, 'least take a little recess 

And still I'm faced with the bullshit 

Feelin' like Willy D, Scarface and Bushwick 

Dog, just when I gather its dead 

I gotta knock on wood like Hank Gathers head 

When I make small steps toward making it global 

My tight knit circle turns into a oval 

Filled with motha fuckas just pretendin' they know you 

These snakes in the grass'll do whatever to coax you 

Since they wanna hem you quick 

I walk around like a Ginsu's tip 

And that's just to get a mental grip 

You don't feel what the pencil scripts 

Then eight times outta ten you ain't been through shit 

When you hear Joe you hear the conviction and diction 

That open emotion, devotion is different 

Real talk of when he ain't have a pot to piss in 

He ain't have a car not one rock to glisten 

I'm giving 'em non-fiction, 

conning his addictions 

Ya'll got the easy job, just listen 

I do it for my folk and those of another pigment 

A little food for thought, you feelin' malnutrition 

But you don't hear a peep outta me 

About the black face goin' on and the sheep leadin' sheep 

It's deep, so I try to stay grounded like dad 

Must be in City Island, I'm surrounded by crabs 

Was once tight, grew apart for dollars 

Was on the same panel, now he's Star and Barbara 

Two different views, two different lifestyles 

I think 'long the way one of us got confused 

Look, you a hustla, still attracted to the scene 

Still doin' shit I gave up at sixteen 

You won't get a job, believin' your own lies 

You rationalize by sayin' you pursing your dreams 

You damn near thirty nigga you ain't got cream 

Can't take care of you when you worried 'bout your team 

My dude, want a hand out, wait in line 

But the clock's still tickin' man you playin' with time, 

It's so sweet 

Thought I was fucked up with no shoes 'til I met me a nigga with no feet 

Tried to help niggaz, some niggaz I couldn't 

That's my mom in me, I love niggaz I shouldn't 

Dudes wanna shoot 'em 'til he nailed 

Some wanna threaten me, ruin my health 

Let me teach you a little something 'bout depression 

Ain't shit you could do to me I ain't already thought about doing to myself 

I'm the voice for the youth that's living with no reason 

Fuck record sales, I give 'em something to believe in 

If your day starts in that broken home 

Though we never met, 'least they feel like they not alone 

Like I was back when I was tryna' find dip 

The tsunami came through my hood in nine six 

And tried to murder dog, 

I took a little dive 

Then I got on my surfin board and kept slidin' 

Feel like A-Rod, some say his time's up 

Boo a nigga at home, yup I'm in my prime But 

he by far the best player on the team 

And then turn around, drop 'em to the bottom of the lineup 

Should get traded, but he don't wanna move 

'Cause this the only city he got somethin' to prove 

And that's why I'm seen with heaters 

'Cause you can't be the man when you on the same team as Jeter Ya dig

it's like the game ain't gettin' suitable 

Makin' me so sick I need Chicken Noodle Soup 

Rappers flyin' high, then got suicidal 

Imitate Jim Jones, end up like Cory Lidle 

I married hip hop, ignored what some was tellin' me 

I started hearin' rumors of infidelity, 

I ain't divorce 'er 

All the other dudes is so wack that I aint even feel a little jealousy