Fleeting... (Optimistic Despair)

[Hook: Speed on the Beat] Aimlessly walking through the concrete Bobbing my head to a banging-ass beat Trying to find a way for me and my son to eat But nobody seems to be hiring... So, I contemplate running up on niggas Got the gun and I'm ready to pull the trigger And just like that, I'm pulled right back To Sanity, though the feeling is fleeting... [Verse One: Speed on the Beat] Paint the picture like an auteur-created author Then, go slay the world, just like your daddy taught you Nut up, little motherfucker. You're definitely ready for war So, like Hova said, back in the day, "what the hell're ya waiting for?" You wanna go stab and shoot me, rape my soul and loot me? To try to reroute me to the truth that YOU seek? But, my truth be a bit more abstract... So, back back before I grab the click-clack and that is that I grew up in the 410, Jack, and I've done my dirt I've paid my dues, and I've seen some of my loved ones merked My...father couldn't even see my walk across the stage And that was on one of his better days The skies for Speed? Forever a shade a gray Even if there's not a cloud in the sky, the pain still remains So, let it pour, let it pour, let it drown out my soul Until I can't feel it anymore...man, what is the goal (when I'm) [Hook] [Verse Two: Speed on the Beat] Jovanni, Jovanni, Jovanni...what will I do with you? Your mommy's got love, and your daddy does, too But, love doesn't keep the lights on or you under a roof And my job's on some bullshit, so when will I break through? They blatantly said I don't get leads because I'm black That's that "Clear One" Advantage right there, do you get the crack? I take a piss break ten seconds over their rules... And they send in the troops, "HEIL!"--like they did with True Popped another Prozac, tell 'em "man, up the dosage!" "I can't feel it anymore and I need another opening." "It seems...Klonopin's giving my lucid dreams..." "Flashing lights, PRETTY things, except when you're trying to sleep..." Some of those daemons're still alive And they've seeped out of my mind, and into this real life Like I said, man these are real world problems... And I know that only I can solve them (when I'm) [Hook] [Verse Three: Speed on the Beat] They talk about pop a molly, I'm sweating (whoo!) Naw, I pop a condom? I'm stressing (Dude!) If I pop a shot, uh, I'm flexing... And if I kill a cop I'm being hung (oooooh) By my neck, even if it's in self-defense And I didn't shoot him and he's firing automatics at me... AND he didn't identify he as an officer... WHAT THE FUCK is up with this Judicial system? Is it sequester time all throughout the world? Have all our powerful figures figured their heads into dirt? For what it's worth...it was flawed anyway... But, it KIND of ran uncorrupted for seventy-one days Scratch that. 71? Lemme think That's about the time it took to "resecure" Wounded Knee Damn, I wish you could all see my air quotes As I'm making my way downtown through the smoke (as I'm) [Hook] [Outro]