Till the Day I Die

Day I Die day… Yep Uh! 1: My nigga Booder say they wanna know the deal-deal My whole M.O. that I mostly keep concealed-ceal Raw and uncut, birthday suit no frill-frills Been homeless since I dropped my first LP, the real-real Undergrad, slept on that couch, how you feel-feel Student loan sharks ensured I never fit the bill-bill There was no freedom like being behind the wheel-wheel Till Chapter 7 made me surrender that thrill-thrill Nervous breakdown got me so mentally ill-ill Psych ward won’t release me till I took those pill-pills Nappy-headed, pale, fuck vying for sex appeal-peal All I had was my work ethic to keep my ass chill-chill Poems written with crayon, that’s all I had to heal-heal If that ain’t work, I cried in the dark before I kneel-kneel Show face for shows at Fat Baby keeping it trill-trill Black tactical vest to the set, you know the drill-drill Chip on shoulder, nothing to lose, get out my grill-grill My family alienate, my joy they wanna steal-steal So my goals I shield; only time I let reveal-veal Resilient till I die; I keep a will for my will-will Hook: Till the day, Day I Die Day I Die, day (3x) Day I Die, day (3x) Automatic Burning your soul Still, I keeps it cold Heavy, errytime I unload Boy! (Automatic) Burning your soul Still, I keeps it cold You see I’m swole (Automatic) Breakdown: Don’tchu, don’tchu see I’m swole See, See I’m swole Don’t u see I’m swole… SWOOLLLE! 2: You should know, it’s three letters that starts with ME!! The Infamous King of Positivity, but don’t START with me! (Ok!) For you dumb fucks, spit it through the mic inside your ear Make you THINK you caught it, cuz a bitch will catch when I heighten fear If they came for me, I’ma look at em like “why is you here?” Oh you here for me? Fill these forms for your hearing Chief! Stand in line; get treated like you’re applying for Social Service Wait your turn, remain anonymous, you ain’t got no purpose Gotta figure it out Cuz the future is now as I’m living without Spent a winter in doubt Many minutes repenting, born sinner devout All these new Gods, can they help me find happy again? Pharrell can’t be the only nigga with the way to tap it within Maybe I’m… just like me mother (N-never satisfied, just like her, never satisfied) Perhaps I’m like my dad, reserved; never asked him why He’s like the NSA; access to his files is classified 23 years a living as a Merchant Marine Overseas a lot; presence intermittent thru my teens Couldn’t be as close; when he retired I enlisted Baton passed, I insisted, cuz if I blinked, I might’ve missed it Moms and uncle diabetic, I know what that could mean 10 lbs. at birth, built thick, I burst at the seams Hungry still, I’ll be a linebacker tackling Fight for the scraps I get, just to rip on the wax I lit Till I’m tapped, I’m passionate Making it count, that Calculus high school math when I mastered it You still couldn’t get the half of it (half of it) +Life is Good+ when I can rock that Nas tee On the East Side view his hood cross the river nonchalantly A Hip-Hop fan, till the day, day I die, same song Lotta youz get it twisted and got the game wrong! Hook: Till the day, ok, Day I Die Day I Die (3x) Day I Die (3x) Automatic Burning your soul Still, I keeps it cold Heavy, errytime I unload Boy! Burning your soul Still, I keeps it cold You see I’m swole (automatic) Breakdown: Don’tchu, don’tchu see I’m swole See, See I’m swole Don’tchu see I’m swole… SWOOOLLLLE! Don’tchu see I’m swole See, See I’m swole Don’tchu see I’m swole… SWOOOLLLLLE! Till the day, Day I… Day I Die…