Bob your head to this Kick back, dim the lights down, reminisce Close your door, pull your phone out Let it charge, give your mind a massage and zone out... relax...
They say life has no limit, so put your soul in it Only name you can blame is yours if you don't win it I know you feel cold when it snows And the road's winter froze below zero, but YOUR heroes drove in it The ride of life, windows tinted Binder at your side with your goals in it, got em' kinkos printed You know the quote, people wonder how we cope We see the "glass half-full" as long as there's some liquor poored in it This is real music, no gimmick, what you see's the whole image I'm still the same when the flows finish I don't pop lies, like all them all-talk guys Who spit hard, but outside they're Popeyes with no spinach Ya'll say when ya'll hear me you picture afros Back when Michael Jackson had a fat nose, I'm so vintage With them ya'll hear lames claimin' that they run the game But they're playin' in vain like it's a b-ball scrimage They don't show no penance... Ya'll can't relate to that So, let me take it back to soul through the whole 4 minutes Don't doze in it, you can keep your lids closed But focus your mind on your third eye and open it (yeah) I'm poorin' out my heart and I'm hopin' it will be beneficial to your life as you grow in it My emotions are like yours, I'm showin' it... for you can see you ain't alone in it (that's right) Wonder why I'm so positive? Well, that's cause I gotta give thanks For the permission from God to live I'm sure some can understand why I stand with a plan To try to be a better man than my father is 'Cause when a man won't succeed, and can't set an example for his seed It's traumatizing for a lot of kids So, I'ma sweat, cry, bleed and do the deeds And make sure I can feed whoever my future son or daughter is