Golden Child (Godchild)

[Verse 1: A-live] Break bread with the God, ahead of the mob My visions clippings cut from the emperors cloth The minute you admit it no one cut out like you And nobody got the hustle that you do ‘Cause even with a foot in the grave, I kept a foot in the game Glanced in the mirror, got a look at my pain Damn, but who could I tell, reflecting on how far I done fell Got me dwelling in my personal hell, my purpose had left Just a year ago, my eyes wide touching down in Tokyo Stepping up in clubs and people know me yo Now if they only know I’m stuck to this bed, thinking I just might be better off dead But you a visionary You gotta know that this is temporary A minor setback to step past to get to glory So forgot you worries, realize that you’re here Wrote you a letter as I smile through the years I’m shining for real [Chorus: Sunny Jones] You can live scared for your life, never know what’s out there Or you can take a dare in your mind, go far into light years I ain’t got a choice in the matter I can deal with fear I’ve done So its pedal to the metal, never gonna settle [Verse 2: Charmingly Ghetto] The opening act, with my hope in my hat Made mad records before it though, and I hope you relax With focus intact, witnessing the mat slip from under me Losing my traction, need to engage the balance The system disarmed, they walking on me Loving my mind, let me embrace it, I’ll taste it We’ll live so divine, back to the grind 9-5, humble as f*ck Still won’t go back Professional, stressing wild Learning about the ups and down I’ll appreciate the fam, take care close of my kin Depreciate the clan is preposterous This is what a father is And bodying it is up next Expectations ain't for vets And opinions ain't delaying what I’m saying next Only help for the mind, off the shelf for some time Off the belt, now I’m saved And raised occasionally, but now life’s meaning ain’t the same to me [Verse 3: Soupa] Reminiscing on days, twisting the haze With visions of graves Minimum wage and living astray Dealing with pain, so what can I say? Say what I can, I turn to god and pray He say I'm the man Blazing a gram and taking his hand Walk in the park, my jogging is often awkward Stuck where started, my thoughts are off it Long-winded, thought-driven, Allah vision Never caught slipping, posted on walls a strong pivot Yeah that's hard work, talk of the town that's our dirt Roam along roads with the codes we all learned Now I'm off thirst, Nas verse, If the world was mine We'd be all first, boss work, nobody on the pine Yo it's S.O.U. P - A I save the urban people from whatever is in the way It's forever and a day putting haze up If you wasn't with me on the court putting jays up Then don't say much