I-44 Dreams - 1st Verse, Jabee

I can’t depend on one basket of eggs

Can’t tell you sit at the table if I ain’t gon pass the bread

Call ourselves paper chasing since we was after shreds

Plotting how we could run the town like the last leg

Hillside dipping with the swisher in my ash tray

Quiet spot on the other side that couldn’t catch a break

Setbacks to acclimate

Where they ain’t tell you that you could make it

Or that survivor’s guilt come with the accolades

But if I could encapsulate the feeling that this gave me

I’d put it in a bottle and give it back to my babies

So they could save somebody else, I know somebody saved me

Never take this shit for granted, thats the takeaway for me

Done things I can’t take away and things you can’t take away from me

Embraced it, found myself to fill the vacancies

Faith for what I ain’t percieve

Thankful for that daily bread and daily breathing

Spreading love like it’s everything we needed

They like 'Jabee, when you running for office?'

I dont know

All I know is I’m tired of running from officers

Not that I do it often

I’m often offered no options

I ain’t read the book I authored it

Tryna see the prophet and the prophetess

The prophecy is profit hypothesis

Tryna fill my pockets got me acting out of pocket

Got the sermon you can cop it

Don’t like it, don’t knock it

If it’s popping you can knock it in your ride

That’s the gospel I provide, provisions I decide

That’s Colossians verse 5

Peace be unto you and the courage be under fire

Devil be undermined

God sent me a sign he turned my water into wine

And anytime I rhyme I cast my pearls before swine

I stay aligned but got these hoes on my line

Got mind on my money and my money on my mind