Dead Presidents 3 Freestyle

[Verse]
I learned that rushing things will hurt you
But who is there to nurse you
When doctor’s uncertain
And you see patience becomes a virtue
And waiting seems just impossible
Moving is such a mission
You’re stuck in between the middle
Where pressure corrupts your vision
And living is just a sin
And repenting is nothing
‘Cause you repent and do it again
And you feel you’re losing your faith
You just end up losing again
Even your friends will shake when the thought of losing it wins
You just end up bruising again
And you feel you’re losing it then
Can’t see it, but you feel
Stick with faith and you end up moving the wind
It’s such a breeze when you don’t fold
And you see that you’re moving mountains when the wind blows
Everything you do comes back to you in ten fold
Give a dollar, find ten more
Gotta stay on your ten toes
There was always something missing that I couldn’t quite see
But a quitter just wasn’t quite me
Why is it that I can be
Only what money resembles me as
Meaning I don’t mean nothing if I’m empty in cash
Well I’ll be at the funeral with a pocket full of dead presidents
Bouncing like I got the coroners checking it
A pocket full of medicine
‘Cause money seems to be the solution to the recession
But it never solves oppression
Money never bought happiness
Yet you’re happy to have it
What you can’t get when you don’t comes like magic