Writing in the Sky

(Write you name across the sky) It's hard to find yourself sometimes ya know? (Write you name across the sky) But if you write your name in the sky you always see yourself (You're a genie in disguise) So I want everybody to... lay back and look in the sky (You're a genie in disguise) And see their names (and...) They say a diamond is a girl's best friend I guess my best friend is a diamond cause she's my girls best friend They say a dog is a man's best friend I guess my bitch has a diamond flea collar necklace Life is Tetris, you gotta find the best fit Mistakes build up so much there's no exit Too many mistakes, the game over I make mad mistakes every time I ain't sober Mary Jane came over and drove me insane Over and over again, Notice the name? Smoking it softened the pain Focused on the wrong things This song brings harmony to all these small things Charles sees far too many flaws, but he can't change uh So many people out to get me, but can't name em Got the mind of a pistol, but I can't aim it A real black republican, no campaigning Hip Hop died but she put me in her will That's why I'm cocky not looking for a deal But I told HchO "Don't ever forget" You better be right about this Demevolist shit My mom thinks I'm a black sheep Bitches try to get at me Want to be in the back seat just so they can grab me I shit on em and that be exactly the reason they want to get they man to come clap me Its wack see, but it's my life And it's something I die Puffin the la, watch the smoke float up to the sky They hate the truth, but they love you in lies I'm justified, feelin like Justin inside My best friend Tyrone, won't leave me alone Musically he found his zone He wanna make mad hits I wanna make classics He feels my sample and its bad shit If you wanna make money, then stop with all that shit Fuck doing it for the money I want a whole track list Then it's some mad sick shit Lasting in the memory of every hip hop head Do it endlessly, in this industry you gotta stand out E.g. every time that 2Pac would say Hennessey But back to this rapping shit I'm always made to feel inadequate, the man on stage But I'm a nobody after it, the spotlight fades But I'm still chasing after it, the jack of only one trade Damn right, I mastered it Sha-Leik , the nigga for the mixing and the mastering Three's and space bars and the occasional accident requiring apple+z Mistakes I just kept em, make an excuse for em Or make the whole world accept em Whatever it takes to make a hypnotizer record I wish I had the poetic skills, of my man Kesed Wish I knew a woman who was artistic Who could give me head, let me beat and still teach me a lesson I guess I got a spoken word fetish, get it? Uh, uh, I guess I got a spoken word fetish Look In The Sky