Innerspace - CunninLynguists, Toby

I remember as youngin'

Slummin' with my crusaders

Garcia Vegas, burglarizing neighbors for Segas

Lil schemers, countin' Beemers, Benzes &Acuras

It’s tough to count blessings when battlin' Count Dracula

Life’s fangs’ll drain yo blood in floods

Can’t wade in that water because of rogue scuds

Role models taught us you oughta just roll up

In life there’s no love whatever yo role was

Find wealth

No need to find self

Stand in line until you find your spot on a shelf

(Sold!)

Don’t mean to sound cold, got my soul singing baritone

Feelin' down low

To think

Of those in this winter with no mink, or folk

Weathering this desert with no drink to cope

Some chain smoke with no link or hope

Just dope, tree and a rope

You are the living truth of life ooh ooh

The fastest can’t run from who they are

I’d run from self but no man can run that far

You are the living truth of life ooh ooh

The fastest can’t run from who they are

I’d run from self but no man can run that far

Turn the page, eventually I hit a certain age

Learn that all the freedom was worthless when you’re afraid

Success can often be a perfect cage

Searching for a way to stay the same while the world will change

A prisoner, trapped in the regret

Cause the ego can’t keep up if they happen to reject it

Sometimes you want so bad to be respected

Goin' after it 'til you’ve left your happiness neglected

I’ve seen the weakness in grown men

Playing games with their pain, they cheat but they don’t win

Seen 'em feed the needle deep into their own skin

Tryna find a fleeting bit of peace in that moment

More success to fix what’s left

Take an even bigger risk like after this I’ll rest

Til he painted with the razor on his wrist a red

The color of lips, pucker up it’s the kiss of death

I’m Bustin' Loose, no Wilder, just a Pryor

And that debt was paid in spades and barbed wire

Later use eyes to weigh and move fire

Then moved crowds in wades with hellfire

Meet a fan, kick it witcha, take a picture

Sign both titties and give a pound to your mister

It’s been real

Realer than steel I’da grabbed before I picked up a pen and a pad

Shit, it’s been chill

Chiller than the look in the eye of a junkie when he’s looking to buy looking

to fly

Pyrex on the good eye of a broke stove

Pyramid of cans, tin foil with poke holes

Soft white girl break your nose and gets harder

Revenge of the Caine, the original Get Carter

Take your favorite star, make him into a martyr

Life ain’t Trending, it’s ending

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