For The Record

I guess it was school That introduced me to the thought of selling candy Puffin' joints with my mom, sipping on blackberry brandy Through a bloodshot tint, see the world's a hue of blue Going through a lifetime, to learn what I already knew Reevaluating cool, since I'm the one that gives it Ever struggle at what you speak, I'm the one that lives it Keep the clip in your possession if you pass me the gun Cause being broke at 40'd probably give a nigga the runs And what's worse than every dollar to your name in my pocket Would be scrollin down the list to find my name on the docket As the truth still has me yearning In a world of fiends and vermins As I feel you'd freely piss on me if I were ever burning Did I mention my intention of a global intervention? As what people did for money now what they do for attention As the malice in my heart is way too much for one tongue 'Til I'd happily keep company of all that's unsung Be more dangerous and still, I got a black man's soul It's in the max of my appeal, I play a black man's role Many shapes, sizes and colors be the blend of my squad To attain the unattainable forever try hard And I forever fail God Less and less of being sure Rappers don't make sense They like the word 'holy war', oxymoron I guess 'Til the sheep's old and gray With fam, while your fans oscillate and blow away Too many people are program directors They only play us for the record (x3) Radio to video, tell me who protects us They only play us for the record (x3) Not a fairy tale where dragons take your little girl away Walking through the fire feeling this in maybe everyday [-??] In a world, where many won't find me fighting for the same Pick of any, I got many, even more reason to pray 'Til the sun is shining brightly, why I feel so cold Looking out a foggy window, why I feel so old Practice tend to compound, with the circus in town You ain't troublin' me, keep in company of a pound [-??] Why do we live in [??] foolery, dictate policy Not that a weekend slave, could never be as hot as me Probably, not to be inspiration of correction A bisection [??] not to follow children, without direction Your turn if you don't like the place people took it Stupid; not only do they act it but they look it Fake fraudulent ones that make a brother wonder 'bout those that hit the lotto actin' like they hit the numbers So it's dead now, but in my shoes, even more damned Resurrecting my life as though God kissed my forehead I likely don't like me, but if it's just me At my show, I'll appreciate the music, tip the waitress and go Although I dabble in it all I don't hustle my floss It be a man's idea, but the time that's yours So I challenge the boss, as the boss slows the reason ?? I'm forever lovely while they, forever for-season Too many people are program directors They only play us for the record (x3) Radio to video, tell me who protects us They only play us for the record (x3)