Gone

[Verse 1] Nothing makes me wanna love I swear its like everything we had was a drug I sobered up sitting on the dock of my sanity I thought about my life in the sense of what I plan to be Rich with a family, that's pretty much it I been supposed to got it, felt that I could get it I printed my ambition in a letter to my better half I call it rap, just caught up in feelings lost in pads Pens were needles, heroin in my veins then Pain in my blood, cause pain had it's ways And again from day to day Way more reckless when created Below the Heavens But it's still praised, blessing of the curse When friends follow trends to the hearse Chasing dreams that play out like jeans We were, wearing hearts on our sleeves like 12th bar Was out back then, when I was out past 10 Walking home from night school, a kid who knew Ice Cube Heard me bust and said that I reminded him of them Except nothings happening now out on the west Complacency is spreading cause we stopped smoking stress Niggas stuck in ruts between rocks, and ain't not not turn, shh, I'm shocked I'm trying to learn you he told me, but I already knew who I was gone be An og bound to be a g o, d and quit my j o b And go away to a place these eyes ain't seen Green hash, green grass, a mean ass to squeeze And a, smile, for the cameras while the flocks scream [Verse 2] Rap is like, slapboxing with god I catch flack From mama for not acknowledging god, imagine that I haven't asked her what she thought about my title track Yet, prolly haven't had a chance to let it set Pregnant again, bringing another child into hell , yet again I just pretend that it's pleasant, you know Cause you know the gas got niggas miserable Not to mention prices even rose on cereal That's why I sit and quote rappers 5 g's Each syllable I speak and residuals Capeesh, thanks for letting me out of me onto you onto beats for a fee or for free Accordingly tossed a fourth of my thoughts onto a notepad And performed accordingly, each song I recorded my peace on A track to free on and we gone Won't be returning until the curtains are drawn The fat lady sings the Nina part from My Boy Blu While I stand in a B-Boy stance and serve your crew The chance to choose the fans, the grands, the boobs, the band The grand stand up and granted the truth I'd rather Drop gems than rock jewels anyday Pick the truth over loot anyway Many say it's all about the benny franks But we'll see, what the end of the beginning brings Church to you, never had to be down to earth God gave the earth to you And don't need a church to go through to serve you through Whether you prefer voodoo or youtube I urge you to, find a higher place to vibrate Pronto, I used to bang Time Waits for No Man by Rasco Now I bang Tom Waits and Thom Yorke I'm trying to be great but time's short, why wait, go get it