Dead Prez IV

Bout, 6 in the A.M., my life was mayhem
Thinkin, matters were games I had never played them
Niggas had lots to say then, praised me for my cadence
And I was always looking for it niggas just had to say when
I was lost, I wasn’t aware of all my talents
I was walkin' on a tight rope, and wasn’t aware of balance
Granted, understand that, I couldn’t understand it
So when the praise write off, the feeling left me stranded
One strand that, I had to pull myself up
Paper weighed me down trying to get the wealth up
My mentality was to salad to these fallacies
Tossed up, I lost trust in fake realities
Spirit lifted but my mind was in the darkest depths
Tend to get eaten when you’re swimming with those sharks as pets
Even larger yet, the crisis deep inside of me
Fighting myself I was a product of society

Puffing clouds and my judgement got in scuffles with it
Mind spasms, and I couldn’t tell my muscles quit it
I was tasting it, embracing it, angry in the face with it
Spittin' dope verses at the mic and we was taping it
But I never made the family proud with the words I wrote
I spit the venom and yet needed the antidote
The connotation of abominations haunts my basement
And the skeletons in my closet trying to form a nation
Annihilation, my mind is wasting
The masked error, couldn’t make up all the time I wasted
All the pain I tasted, I had to make it count
Get the boulder off my shoulder moved it by the ounce
Fruits of labor, I make a lot of it roll out
I hear my uncle telling me, young nigga just hold out
Hang tight, hold on, press on, go long
Niggas finished, had to tell em sayonara, so long