my mind back Now I'm that nigga trying to find out where his mind's at The time that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind crack, slide
Myself 'cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playin' tricks [Incomprehensible], to really Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sunset on
dirt with a verse for the people Open up for Daddy Kane and Easy up at the Regal The radio rarely put their needle on my record They ain't see how the hood and heaven
a little tonight, uh uh 'Cause everybody's making trouble Someone's burst their bubble But we'll be getting by alright, uh uh uh Midnight is on the
misunderstood (Yeah) Misunderstood, don't (We do this for the people that walk that path) Don't let me be misunderstood, don't (Tryna get to their dream, yeah) He stood on
a mighty long time, such a mighty long time) And girl, the thought of leavin' you has never crossed my mind (Never crossed my mind, never crossed my mind
And still those voices are calling from far away Wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say Mirrors on the ceiling pink champagne on
head They're fucking with your mind You try to make amends But your head's still spinning round The church of Jesus Christ You want to go to heaven
to live my life But no religion Or new theism Could ever provide Proof to quench my mind And now I wonder Whose sky I'm under Is there a Heaven Waiting
In knowing the wave has crested Knowing I don't have to be an exception Children, they fill the bleachers One is the next Caesar Keep all their minds
race The President sendin our money to space Our very short lives and a very long strive Some start their lies, so some get high Some do both and cut their
you working a 9-5 Liftin' heavy ass boxes just to stay a-f-cking-live N-gga aint got a car but he got drive So he appreciate the rims sittin on his ride
Aaa Baby your deal is a real just like lightnin' streakin' on Heaven still is a state of mind, where did we go wrong? What happened to those old convictions
with it , my flow like a devil spit it and heaven sent it So high if I dropped I would fall for 11 minutes So yea, I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts
[Music Highlord] [Words Stefano Droetto] Dar clouds are gathering on my soul I fear the day on wich I will fail Ancient scrolls show words of power Through
take science itself by a surprise, so On we go to where who knows To a place where there's still non-believers What will it take for heaven sakes For
t let'em break me I got great expectations Great expectations (I'm ready) All the stares And all the glares They waitin' on him And all the weight From all the hate It's gainin' on
little speed b-boys now shoot for their own league supernat this is another heat rock kill em with flash on the beatbox hey, he's got a real flow get on