Today

[Intro]
Yea
IAME
Lame
Smoke, you know

[Verse 1]
Yea
I wake up in a painful state
New day, same disgraceful chase
No piece of the debt, this paper weigh on your soul
Basically set in stone
No collector's on the phone and my electricity's on
I gotta pay my fucking bills, though
And it's a blessing that I'm able to do so
I ain't chasing no fool's gold
I'd trade in the music and all the industry politics
For some winning lottery tickets, I put it all on my teammates
Start an empire, secure our retirements
Might buy a nice car or a crib, but I'll work tireless
Put that money back in the hood, college funds and grants
Music programs, in the grand scheme
There's something so fundamentally wrong
With the one-dimensional flaunt of these celebrity debutantes
No flaws
These rappers wanna be Hilton, Kardashian, famous socialites
Bitch made, silicone, fashion--kill the bullshit hype

[Hook: Sample + IAME]
Today life is but a spark of a flame it used to be
It's not the same no more, it's lame
The rap game's a bunch of whores that sing
Out of tune, out of new ideas, it's a shame
It's boring you? Me too, at least the weed here's dank
I drink, I smoke, I'm just tryna get right
Lord knows I can feel it in my windpipe
Can feel it my lungs, yo, I can feel it in my liver
It's the only way I can be sure I'm really living

[Verse 2: IAME + Barack Obama]
Sorry single ladies, I've been domesticated
A wife means no more bachelor's life
But my art I didn't sacrifice, I ain't holding nothing back
I evolve, I adapt, I won't fall into the trap
This liquor store job's annoying, I should just rob the joint
But I try to avoid instances where cops might point
Their gun at me, trigger fucking happy
I ain't ready to die like Biggie and Puff Daddy
Rest in piece Christopher Wallace, 2Pac Shakur
To the day those ain't unsolved mysteries anymore
I will fight for the truth when your name's in remembrance
That's the era that I came from, asking why it had to end this way
Far from Brooklyn or Oakland
I was just in Portland, listening to both them
This music was important, just lack Barack's campaign
Too bad when he won the election he lost that flame
Change is what's happening in America

[Hook: Sample + IAME]
Today life is but a spark of a flame it used to be
(We need a leader right now, we don't need just a politician
We need a motivator to keep this moving)
It's not the same no more, it's lame
The rap game's a bunch of whores that sing
Out of tune, out of new ideas, it's a shame
It's boring you? Me too, at least the weed here's dank
I drink, I smoke, I'm just tryna get right
Lord knows I can feel it in my windpipe
Can feel it my lungs, yo, I can feel it in my liver
It's the only way I can be sure I'm really living

[Interlude]
It's too much to do
Stressed out

[Verse 3]
I exist to do this, I exist through this
Fuck a local scene, you can't see a ghost's movements
I'm an invisible threat
All you can feel is chills when I'm near
And the hair standing on your neck like Nev Cam when you scream
While I stream live through your bandwidth
Reach my hand through your screen
Just to smack you so hard you go primitive dumb
Fuck chasing a ho in the club, I just hit her with one
Nah, I'm just kidding, it's fun
But they don't get my sense of humor, though
Too cynical for what I keep twisted in my humidor
And who am I to burn this money that you adore?
Am I not human or some kind of ruined form?
This is manure born and then some shit grew
I do this for the Thorn and [?] too
If the northwest blew, you still wouldn't know Lame
You exposed like Odom, I'm over this whole thing

[Outro: Sample]
Today life is but a spark of a flame it used to be