I Watch A Lot Of CNN (Gloves)

Sit back let me tell you where I'm at And everywhere I been, everywhere and back It starts with a stare, your heart gets a flare You sit in your chair, but you've departed from there Where? Here, on the dance floor The air got your hands, this ain't what you planned for But it's so natural, you don't have to question it So let's begin Got a whole lotta rhythm overnight it appears So I listen to the wisdom and advice from the years Time teaches, my mind is what time reaches To leave everyone through all time speechless He just snapped, or maybe I got it together Whatever chick is the hottest I'll get her I'm just being modest, but whatever Long as we all rockin together, let's go, c'mon Take a shot, and just roll with the punches Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches Don't take a lot to just roll with the punches Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches You still sittin? Cool, you listen well Even the beat is a message within itself Haven't you heard how I made my name? The game think I'm insane cause I'm a Sega slang But I'm an old soul like Dana Dane But way more insane since I was an 80s baby, 90s toddler Crazy language cause I'm being raised by a fucking game I played Somehow I had to step from the mess I was left with Life got reckless, so pops hit the exit Mom was my bully, my victim, my best friend So for every moment of stressin comes a lesson Yes, I've been bestin Never settle for less than your best when you question Protect what you're blessed with Yes mama, I got the message Watch out, I'll put my gloves on, who wanna get knocked out? Take a shot, and just roll with the punches Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches Don't take a lot to just roll with the punches Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches Now we livin in a country that's being led by a black guy That's why the status quo got a black eye Don't even ask my honest opinion This recession got my whole block in detention Niggas robbin Bodegas for that old paper Some black and gold gators owin' old favors Old school hustlers got no paper Little girls growin fast, no savior If that's your daughter, I suggest you locate her Cause some pimp is out there tryin to OK her She just got acne, face full of ol' craters And old make-up, in a sense don't mean a nigga won't rape her Little boys wanna grow to be a pro skater The hood got 'em first, now they ten year old gangsters That kinda shit shouldn't be in his owed nature He's too young Take a shot, and just roll with the punches Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches Don't take a lot to just roll with the punches Just roll with the punches, just roll with the punches Sometimes you just gotta roll with the punches, know what I mean? I know life can throw you some hellified jabs.. Don't be afraid to swing back What's the worst that could happen, life knock you out? Well, yeah you'll be dead. Whatever Roll with the punches Roll with the punches Charles Hamilton.. Haven't ya heard about me?