Wishes And Luck

Hats off like he's a hard worker Sucker for pretty girls, love torn tear jerker Work with what he got, and what he got's a lot But he ain't got much to prove, at least not now And why not cause he's steady on the grind Got the future on his mind and no time to unwind But the years have been kind to his face No trace of the heartache and hardship embrace Laced on a Monday, feeling sort of tough guy Light that shit, homie, easing out that rough ride Some things never change and always fit Like when Ed be like "yo, you remember that shit?" (well) Well back to basics back to daily routines Coming to you live from that borough of Queens From half time, next game, first quarter These drums are drenched cause we live by the water Watch these sins drift under the bridge And the soundtrack still inspiring kids Now party people in the place to be The name is Cool Calm Pete and he loves to emcee Scrawl these syllables down to make money I write rhymes cause life's that funny What up dunny? You're barking up the wrong tree You said something about fate now you lost me Costly time for funds, I better cash out No doubt yo baby I'mma take the long route At least I'll know that I'm half way home Cause at the end of the day we all die alone but When in Rome just talk to these girls Cause you don't need reasons to have fun in this world Hurl another penny for the wishes and luck And this is for my people who ain't giving a fuck It goes on and on and on and It goes on and on and on and It goes on and on and on and It goes uh uh uh uh uh a-break it down... (shout outs) They calling you a criminal, the TV spins News update caught on 1010 WINS A newfangled outlook and whatnot Lost focus caught staring at them sunspots Blind and bitter, latter day afflictions Neither here nor there, recollections You're bright eyed, bushy tailed, I'm off beat Fangs full of drool; jonesing for fresh meat Back in Brooklyn used to drink duece dueces Paint fumes, rooftop, summertime ruthless Half court, second floor, whiskey reckless Mad job, jaded like my grandma's necklace Scuffle with egos, brand new sciences Musical chairs, same old alliances Still flirting with disaster, she want a date Sacrifice the queen, checkmate A hardy meal from the soul kitchen cookbook About face-- real time shook 180-- brand new Mercedes Street clothes tight thugged out eighties Yo ain't it crazy how this shit come back And in a blink of an eye it's like shit is all wack Copy cat face the blow up spots They kill it, milk it, exploit it, and shop Nonstop cause they're tryna hock memories To the highest bidder straight to the assembly A felony not to call these fakes out So bent out of shape I even look left out Misshapen mutated for the front page Rap for life, minimum wage You're all the rage the kids just wanna bug Same lonely girl just wanna cut a rug Send in the search party, man, I'm looking for hope Have you seen this delicate creature? The answer is "nope" Baffled by the coordination, pretty girls jump rope Slinging through these loopholes pretty warm coat Rock that shit homie, the climate is frigid Rough and tumble mumble left these dry lips lipid Vivid is the picture read it off the text Blow up like Funkmaster Flex sound effects Smash you through these modern walls what a hindrance Rocking throw back mid 90s ignorance Remember 8th grade your eyes looking glossy Wrasslin you reptiles like that crazy Aussie (Crikey!) These days are hard on the psyche Two double-0 5 still scuffing up my Nikes No back seats, it's the cool calm track meet Run amok, don't give a fuck - you can't catch me