Pebble

One day i kicked a pebble in the road, just to see where it goes
I figure it'll lose its energy eventually and stop to roll
The decade was the 90's my house was playing Rock & Roll
But i caught DMX on TRL and listened to him flow

Now granted, i was too young to fully understand it
The black american struggle through institutionalized famine
The need for getting green up on the streets
Just to ensure you and your family has something warm to eat

I grew up with privileged skin, i coulda clicked on past it
With my remote control and ignored it, but i got inspired by the passion
I remember a young Michael dancing in the mirror
With a beanie and a bandanna
Bobbing his head, his mom would catch him
He got embarrassed

But its nothing to be embarrassed about now
I just had to learn to say the shit out loud
Call young Mike a wanksta, call em a loser, call em a wigger
I call him a youth in NYC inspired by the bigger picture

Sometimes it can be hard
Trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight
In this cold, conflicted world
Sometimes it can be hard
Trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight
In this cold, conflicted world

I see the same pebble in the road the year is 2004
The pebble is now a rock, i'm surprised it kept its roll
Playing at punk shows with my down for life bros
Except that one hoe who hits hoes

Moment of silence for unrecognized victims
In a world where the TV tells you that's just how shit gets done
I see through the cliches in this sitcom world replays
But id be lying if i said i wasn't still waiting to see me play

Up on that big screen
Now the years 2010 i'm underground near top of a big scene
But crunkcore was taking me nowhere
A dropout who gave up his life for music
And i'm pulling out my own hair

But low and behold a few years later i'm making paper
Producing for a bunch of minors and a couple majors
I'm thinking its looking up but bills, they ain't saying such
My rock turned into a boulder, my right shoulder is now crushed

Sometimes it can be hard
Trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight
In this cold, conflicted world
Sometimes it can be hard
Trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight
In this cold, conflicted world

One day i kicked a half of a pebble in the road, it was 1996
The year of the blizzard of 96', Joey, Ace, & Mikey was the clique
Never thought id kick-flip when i couldn't even Ollie
I still keep that in my mind when hard times try to haunt me
When hard times try to haunt me
When hard times try to haunt me
When hard times try to haunt me
I won't let my past mistakes cost me
Back when i was decked out in safety pins chillin with Adrienne
I never that i would potentially one day be Slick
I'm an Atheist, don't believe in shit nowadays but money
And we all know that moneys godless but still sip Satanic honey
In other words
These hard times still try to haunt me
These hard times still try to haunt me
These hard times still try to haunt me
But i just think of my kick-flips and what giving up my life would cost me

Sometimes it can be hard
Trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight
In this cold, conflicted world
Sometimes it can be hard
Trying to keep your mind right, keep your head on tight
In this cold, conflicted world