serious state but I've evolved Metamorphed manifestate I used to be young, dumb and full of vision Like it was religious rituals I made initial decisions I wanted to be
can taste me alot of locals used to hate me but now i think the tolerate me you can only hear what i feel when my eyes are shut mistakes are piling up
Him there It can be an invitation that leads to deeper truth The kind of love they find in me and you Oh, we can be a witness Right before their eyes
shit's odd to me, let no one abuse it Everything's everything niggaz I love music When Donny Hathaway sing I close my eyes slowly Body get weak, as if I
you miss, you at least be amongst your own crowd I smile cause now I see what he meant I see it in the eyes of mothers when they uncover their sins and
time to come" Then she says, "I know you're an artist, draw a picture of me!" I say, "I would if I could, but, I don't do sketches from memory." "Well
everytime we rhyme I'm high, look at me deeply in my eyes, I rise to the top of my game No way that I had to run, no way that I had to turn Sherm, but
I've cherished since that time ago See people they only dream When they close their eyes at night But ill open up my eyes I wonder if it's possible to
niggas on their toes cos our flows be right (Word up) I used to bag hoes on sight now it turns me off when their clothes be tight, I'm on the road of
you used to bump Confessing The Feeling, Try Me, and Let's Get It On Takes me back to the days when you were here Sometimes I close my eyes and I can
an open "I" I never want to be lonely so I end all my words with an "S" But I refrain from keeping disappointment plural But it's kind of hard cause I
ride up on me, Hopin' they don't roll up on me, cuz today I'm ridin' dirty, And if they stop me I might be going to jail tonight! I see them watching
me, you think you know it all lady I'm out of here, yeah but not before y'all pay me Thank you (I appreciate it You know I'm used to power, respect
me, you must got problems I'll make you wish your pops would've used a fucking condom Eyes is chinky like an oriental, far from gentle I guess I'm just
am I, I'm confused, can't decide What am I who am I what am I Black or white, I can't identify What am I who am I what am I I'm confused, can't decide
on the Beach, but before I get outta here, I'm hooking three more Chickens, get with it Don't be a nuisance, taste the romance Forget the finance, all I
peace of mind I'm, waiting for, waiting for the time Inner soul craves, for guidance for safety for the brave, P.O.W. slaves will be used as shields to