So much more at stake than a good mood A few orgasms, new shoes, and hot food Havin paper won’t make you invincible But people don’t get paid based solely on principle I'll just say it’s calculated, geometric, and algebraic I gotta be mathematic, pragmatic, practical Spiritual, intuitive, technical, tactical Why make it more difficult than it already is? I don’t want to go to prison so I’ll let you live I chose to be positive but I don't always make it Stuck in the hallway she's up against the wall naked And I’m show nuff tryin to make fire climb her spine Purge my desires and cleanse my mind Does that appeal to your senses? Can you feel my predicament? I'm so strong but I’m sensitive So much so that it’s sickening
Hook: I'm not in prison I keep a job Life’s expensive I don't need to rob Despite statistics I beat the odds I'm not religious but I believe in god It’s all good it’s not enough It’s just the beginning for a lot of us
Every time I spill my seed it’s like a baby shower Killin a million children that could have given the world power I know girls who dream and speak to aborted fetuses But still find time to drink from horny penises Through their birth canals we're all hurt somehow No ones perfect we searchin tryin to work it out My soul feels stained can you feel my pain? Liquidated metal, toxic mercury rain The surface of my skin crawls cuz I’ve been involved With worthless muthaf***as that don't want to see me win at all Lest I forget I best remember that I 'm blessed to be here Take another breath without regret lets be clear So many do so much more with so much less In places torn by war, disease, poverty, pre-mature death Societies in transition the demise of the west It’s bigger than the Pacific I-5 and the U.S. (Hook)
My lifestyle's wild to the crowd it seems glamorous When I’m on stage rhyming through clouds of Cali cannabis Police got a file as do freaks discrete cameras Post monogamy probably poly-amorous MC's want to compete some think they ain’t man enough To keep the people out they seats on their feet straight standin up Maneuver through the streets, DC to Los Angeles Vancouver BC, Rwanda to Canada I'm political and intellectual, eloquent and credible Like ground and dirt I’m down to earth But I’m comfortable on pedestals If only for a moment occupy it own it I'll be ostracized criticized by allies and opponents Live my life openly expose it through the poetry Speak what you think and experience you notice the Content is tangible and understandable Make no mistake no fake spit escapes my mandible