Snake Charmer

BRIDGE Made for love... Made for love... Made for love... Made for love... VERSE 1 So many Struggles to get here I packed a lot of gear ‘Cuz momma said I “got some mountains to climb”... My step father showed me how to work So I gave it a shot... Everyday the clock started at Nine... Ended at Five That’s not enough- I started walking with Cane... Like people do When their opiticals blind... And reading Braille lines That hustle and Rob, landed jail time Finally I asked God for a sign... Parole “Free” style Plus the Option to Rhyme... I do it for the Love Plus the Wallet and shine... For Blue collars alike For anybody getting dollars with crime For college minds... Hip Hop is alive But now a days the real shit is harder to find... And if you spittin’ real shit, it’s hard to get signed... ‘Cuz the game is full of Decepticons I even had to transform But I did it like I’m Optimus Prime... I must have been ahead of the clock and my time Jottin’ these lines ‘cuz years later, still you gotta rewind... Now record labels come with the contracts To lock me in a bind Nigga pleez Is you outta ya mind??? BRIDGE It’s not enough time... It’s not enough time... It’s not enough time... For me... To change your mind VERSE 2 So many Snakes in this Game trying to gain your trust So many Haters make it seem, like it ain't no Love... Is it the egg in the Skillet, or my brain on drugs? Got me addicted to this music ‘til my Gray grow much You can feel it when you hear it in the way Lo bust They ain't livin’ what they spittin’ they just make flows up... But if your beats ain't loud Or you got a weak style You can try to move the crowd But it ain't gon’ budge... Never will go pop But I will Blow up... On the Internet they sayin’ that I changed, so what... All my real fam know me and you ain't Lo judge... If ya “boy” can’t change- “man” he can’t grow up... Time to get that Raid Gotta spray those “bugs” Gotta make those moves Time to lace those Dunks Trying to see new thangs Gotta make those bucks Money on the table Record labels bank on us... VERSE 3 And they charge us the Interest... God’s Intervention... This talent got me looking like a Star from a distance... They argue and defend this To grab their slice... I should Arson the building But that ain't right...