Pieces Of A Man

[Intro: Co$$]
Yo... pieces of a man
Days turn to evenings, minds steady scheming
Subconscious dreaming about the reasons that I am

[Verse 1: Co$$]
Yo... check it
My broken rifle shoot slugs from the phrases
That leaks from my mental, the sweat from my pencil leaves
Blood on the pages, stages of progression leads to phases of my life line
Life can leave you blinded like three lasers in your eye sight
Dangers in my eye sight, razor for my lips
Your style is played out, pager on your hips
Rangers on my lips, Cajan was my word
Nerd from the ghetto, gangsta from the 'burbs
Walking with the bird while flying with the human
These niggas Stacey Dash half clueless, half Uncle Tom
Middle finger to Uncle Sam, cocky ass humble one
When it come to breaking with the slanging, I'm number one
Fall here, Summer done, some'll fight, some'll run
Some jets seen some (?), my thoughts do a somersault
In my brain, Am I mad? Am I sane?
Am I losing grip on time? Is the truth I kick alive
Pieces of a man, scattered ruins, tainted season of a man
My fingers paint masterpieces 'til seizure in my hand
Rock a caesar on my head, cause even when I doze of
From wake I never doze off, I'm sleeping when I'm dead

[Hook: Co$$]
Pieces of a man, days turn to evenings, minds steady scheming
Subconscious dreaming about the reasons that I am
A grief in the greed in the seeds that I plant
Fees that I praise
Pieces of man in a castle made a sand
Scattered across the map, spread across the land
Shooting for the stars, hope the gun don't...
Jam... damn

[Verse 2: Co$$]
Check it
My vehicle be swerving through them urban streets
Observing what I'm seeing adolescence on a murder spree
Obsession for possession, like possession by a demon
Black heart and purple smoking with his pupil color burgundy
Chiefin', no visine, advise you to wear rubber when driving
Keep your high beams, and eyes on the unseen
The uncouth, guys that despise when your tongue gleams
Shine so them suckers throw, dirt like the unclean
My lungs breathe weed out, we out for bloods
Screaming God bless, we dreadlocks is Lochness, Monster
Your M-C is empty, you ain't trip, imposter
You ain't real, I aim cock to bang kill, like Poppa
Kicking your door, waving the fo-fo
Blazing the do-do, with notes and a no-no
For niggas who don't know, I'd devise the plan divine
Design for the present time in a shine, like the Globe

[Hook] x2