500 Days of Summer (Losing Faith in Self)

[Verse One: Speed on the Beat] Men're told, work drink sleep repeat... Slap hoes, snatch clothes, don't clean, leave that sheet Kill things, burn it, call 'em hoes, call 'em tricks Kill some more, slap a bitch, go shower, rinse repeat Murder flows, do dope, don't emote unless it's happy things Even then, no homo is the norm in faux macho society It's been this way, and as our culture matures And evolves, it seems some common sense's been left on the floor And like manure, we avoid it, not trying to preach But I'm sure that I'm not the only one tired of the mistreat-- ...ment from established norms, and archaic types of things If we followed all of them, blacks would still be lower than this Or we'd be telling our own daughters be a female dog... But life's a bitch we don't need another one See?! There's that word again, bitch bitch bitch I hate it, but it rolls off the tongue so damn slick (but check this) [Hook: Speed on the Beat] I'm just looking for my 500 days of summer Trying to make it sunny before the world takes me under Anyway I can make it I'ma take it won't even wonder As long as I can help I know I'll be the one son... (X2) [Verse Two: Speed on the Beat] I'm not perfect, but I'm working on myself Praying to whoever hears me I can use my life to help I'm a born sinner...I'm not the religious type But I'm praying for a way to slice through BS, I need the knife I need the night to heal you, lick your wounds and reveal too Much of myself and hope you won't reveal to Be a shadow of what I'm trying to remove from the world... Can't heal all, but I can aid to infect some with the fight// Those who'd rather use their stance to kill things... Damn, do I need to tell you again, that I'm a king? I'm speaking on things most are afraid to talk on Or if they do, they're all cheddar or provolone I'm trying to be as honest as a pinky swear Between two carefree children with nappy hair in 1992 Why 92? Think about it, recall another King Can we all get along? If we evolve? Maybe... [Hook] [Verse Three: Speed on the Beat] Controversy is me, fuck your main stream If I've got to channel through the underground to reach land, aight by me I just want to make sure that...man...fuck this... [Backmasked outro]