Grace Period

Verse 1: Wildcard

Yo, this ain’t wicked Wildcard, this is Phil Andrade
I don’t need no alias for this shit, I won’t kill nobody
As I’m come to twist the rhythm and you try to overpower me
Will never happen like my stepfather being proud of me
I won’t bet on it, hold my breath and I won’t set on it
We’ll settle till I got a platter with his fuckin’ head on it
Yo, people trying to ask me why I’m always on the slow shit
I’ve got lot to talk about since I’ve been back from my psychosis
It’s not cool to be crazy when you really were
Yeah, when you think that psychopathic paranoia really will occur
Your soul’s the briefcase with all the fortune in it
Let more whores walk all over me than the floors in an abortion clinic
Most my issues pass, rose to roses mixed with ash
It’s time to change the future, I’m the ghost of Christmas past
Coming to take you through your life and show you everything you did
From your childhood endeavors to however now you live
What you’ve done in your past don’t make you who you are
Don’t be the slave to your guilt before you find out what is truly hard
And give up under stress a new path you and hard
Not to be heartless, living in this wax museum

Chorus:

Life, live or die
Wonder if I could never try to start again
(Like you seen a ghost)
Life, live or die
Wonder if I could never try to start again

Verse 2: Wildcard

The truth is I’m feeling lost again
Just talked to my Pops on the collect call
From the box they locked him in
For holding rock and washing all the words off of him
I’m getting to tour back and forth from Cali up to Washington
I can’t have this, shit, I got to make a stop again
Heartbeats running faster than the helicopter chopper spin
You don’t believe me motherfucker go and check my documents
I start smoking rock and thinking everyone’s a cop again
Think they’re out to get me, yes sir
5150 and find some road hard psycho bitch to run with me
Yo, I can’t have this shit, I cannot be just like my Dad is
And have a psychopathic disestablished drug addict
And when my kids are gone, I’m just gonna worry about my happy
‘Cause all I ever think think about is where the next bag is
Imagine the baggage a dragon is dragging
Around on the back of extravagant wagons
How Dad was that’s why my change means so much
Like a reformed woman that used to be a teenage slut
She’s like a nun now, bringing that no tragedy come-round
And praying that her sons don’t get savagely gunned down
The sun’s down and all the stars will twist
As the clouds part way for the dark eclipse
Putting me on this track to make me start some shit
It’s like giving a book of matches to an arsonist

Chorus:

Life, live or die
Wonder if I could never try to start again
(Like you seen a ghost)
Life, live or die
Wonder if I could never try to start again