Workin on Myself

[Verse 1-Tha Landlord]
Just somthing I could put some pain on
Look, back in the day we young trying to take something
Bulletproof vest, for what? We was tryin face something
Out by eight something, been three days since we ate something You don't even know his mama name, how that's your day one
Pat attention to the blind spot, the block like the Warriors it wasn't hard for you to find shots (find shots)
I'm just waitin on my time slot, but all these broken promises keep coming at me non stop
The pain fallin in, the pain fallin in, gotta couple homies hurt that I can't call them friends. (call em friends)
Missed ? call, hope he call again
You might never see the pain, cause it is all within
West Stone mama died, I called, he sounded happy so I hung up
That shit had my whole stomach fucked up
How do I tell him the only person who really loved him
That never judge him, really died for nothing
Don't let you hope die, don't let your hope die
You know my family your family, nigga both sides
Front seat at the funeral, we both cried
Cause when we looked up at that casket, she looked so alive
Close my eyes and get lost in the music
All I do is think and put my thoughts in the music
You know how many people I done lost to the music
Might never speak again, but ima talk through the music
I paint pictures, I don't like rapping
First the burn the bridge, then ask you for a life jacket
School of four block, I only passed because I took night classes
Told Floyd I had a hundred, hoping that he might match it
Dreams getting weaker, reality getting stronger
My trust getting weaker, my faith is getting stronger
My buzz getting bigger, My son getting older
My winters getting hotter, My summers getting colder
Stuck in Vegas with no help, cause nobody famous
You can see the stress and doubt in my body language
Can't let them trick me off this street shit, I gotta make it
I want it all, ain't happy with no nominations
Homies shootin homies, but I'm change that
Ima bring us back together and get the game back
As a finger you can only poke, come together make a fist you can punch where ya brain at?
The streets say they need me, but my son need his daddy
My nigga made parole he just need an addy
I can't talk about something, if I ain't see it happen
Show no love, cause love is evil if you read it backwords
What you give a nigga, that have everything
A whole bunch of loyalty, and nigga never change
Balla Boy hoodie when the weather change
I just wanna see my niggas doin better things