Dead Prez IV

Bout, 6 in the A.M., my life was mayhem Thinkin, matters were games I had never played them Niggas had lots to say then, praised me for my cadence And I was always looking for it niggas just had to say when I was lost, I wasn’t aware of all my talents I was walkin' on a tight rope, and wasn’t aware of balance Granted, understand that, I couldn’t understand it So when the praise write off, the feeling left me stranded One strand that, I had to pull myself up Paper weighed me down trying to get the wealth up My mentality was to salad to these fallacies Tossed up, I lost trust in fake realities Spirit lifted but my mind was in the darkest depths Tend to get eaten when you’re swimming with those sharks as pets Even larger yet, the crisis deep inside of me Fighting myself I was a product of society Puffing clouds and my judgement got in scuffles with it Mind spasms, and I couldn’t tell my muscles quit it I was tasting it, embracing it, angry in the face with it Spittin' dope verses at the mic and we was taping it But I never made the family proud with the words I wrote I spit the venom and yet needed the antidote The connotation of abominations haunts my basement And the skeletons in my closet trying to form a nation Annihilation, my mind is wasting The masked error, couldn’t make up all the time I wasted All the pain I tasted, I had to make it count Get the boulder off my shoulder moved it by the ounce Fruits of labor, I make a lot of it roll out I hear my uncle telling me, young nigga just hold out Hang tight, hold on, press on, go long Niggas finished, had to tell em sayonara, so long