Turn Pike

[Intro]
We gonna get it…
I’m running laps around this bih…
C’mon, man – look… yo…

[Verse 1]
On another plane, another train, I’m trying to get it
Wearing my brother’s name, conductor check my ticket
A lot of them spit it, but don’t get this specific
Pre-determined, writing’s on the wall like hieroglyphics
Wrong era, should have been in cyphers at can jams
Still can’t leave the city and be another transplant
Stressed, doc talking ‘bout a cornea transplant
No healthcare, that’s a lot of units on Bandcamp
Me and twin was on this shit like a decade ago
Second time around, the type of heart no x-ray could show
X-rated flow, they waiting on Leché to blow
I’m still trying to figure out what’s the best way to go
It’s Blanco – young' sweep the street up 'til the road glistening
Dawg, I flow like I know that Hov’s listening
I walk past the oven and hear the stove flickering
The glow different, they soul missing, it’s so sickening
They say "what happened to a dream differed?"
It turns into a nightmare – dawg, I seem disturbed
Anything to make sure them feelings don’t re-emerge
Couldn’t write a verse, I had to fight them demons first
Brilly and Dust pulled me out of it
Can’t believe for a second I ever doubted this
Thought my ceiling was low like ‘Being John Malkovich’
‘Full Metal Jacket’ to ‘Fullmetal’ alchemy
Seen it from a bird’s eye, never a third eye
That’s word to Vinnie, every pick-up was “Curbside”
Putting it all in one pot, like a stir fry
This city’s mine – every turn off every turnpike