i admit, my head feeling too heavy
aint prepared but now i feel like im too ready
too steady, can't push me over
bob and weave and dip, wait they grabbing holsters?

****

it ain't that serious
eatin cereal at 3am, gettin curious
about Buddha and Jesus, imagine they cruise in a beater
with an 8-track playin classics from Bocephus

world leaders taking pics with the people, is that
a green screen or some hay from a needle?
every open door adds another horror more
hoping *****'s drugs keep me grounded on the floor

pop a little AD for my headache
need a little BB on for my soul's sake
or at least heard, logo on a t-shirt
do i think about the things that i dream for?
well i ask, who's got time?
in between all the *******, tryna make room for a dumb rhyme?
i guess im moving on to the next line
cuz everything might be okay

------------- yeah, right -------------

men with money and power deciding outcomes
smooth talking pimps keep pushing ***** without some
**** suckers with mouths open for clout ***
i keep my feet planted, aint nothin new to see mouths run

try to read between the lies of the faint lips
overthinkin my demise, i need patience
paying loose change for my ancestral basics, and
now im too numb from the meds for the anxious

see, the thoughts in my head too loud
so i need something light just to hold me down
but i hear there's some of that goin round
everybody listenin for the same sounds

so i pop a little AD for my headache
need a little BB on till my soul's saved
or at least heard, scream until my teeth hurt
do I think about the things that i dream for?
well i ask, who's got time?
in between all the *******, tryna make room for a dumb rhyme?
i guess im moving on to the next line
cuz everything might be okay