After - J-Live

Know what I’m saying yeah

The Hear After

Gotta thank everybody that’s been supporting me

Holding me down for all these years

You know what I’m saying

Peace

Yo

Every morning I wake with enough aches

Why?

You’d think I was sleeping with a wrench in my back

But its a two year old elbow to be exact

Crack of dawn

Me and my earth be under attack

See from three deep to five deep

And two years with no sleep

And no beef

My baby’s bedtime smiles are so sweet

Brush teeth, potty training

Wash up, diaper changing

Push ups, stretching, contemplate today’s lessons

Kids dressed in more colors than Mike and Ike

Breakfast smelling right, watching Mike and Mike

Enter the chamber of the live one

My life is like a black and white sitcom

More calm

Yeah right, not quite

I cherish moments that I’m not under the spotlight

I love what I do but see tours take eternities

I’m gone one week and Molly’s grown two feet

(?) got new speaks, (?) bringing in new teeth

Struggling for balance between work and family

Money versus time, beats versus rhymes

Yours versus mine

Making you grind versus sparking your mind

Heat from the Earth’s core versus the sunshine

The Best Part versus All Of The Above

Always has been, always will be, almost killed me

Yet it still be he necessary chapter

For me to move on

Closer to The Hear After

After its all said and done

You can hear and see a legacy

Not ironically, dating back to longevity

With steady bops rocking steadily

Whether the disks rotate light or heavily

After I’m home from a long day’s work

Paychecks determine if it be a smile or a smirk

That I’m greeted with

I can’t be feeding kids with stories of being jerked

That’s why when you try, you go beserk

Hustling hard to bring plans full circle

Like this here beat, feel free to critique

The entrance was too long, the exit too short

But its my way or the highway

So fuck what you thought

I’m after the gold, and after the platinum

No wait damn

I promise no more quotes while I’m rapping

But wait, I’m after the platinum, after the gold

After those records fail with a few hundred thousand records sold

I’m after the opening before the top billing

Mr. In Between, but that another sorry scene

After all that I’ve done, I’m almost famous like

Ay, yo are you for real man?

You’ve never heard of son?

Damn

At least m sons and daughters will have heard a chord or two

If I never live to see another day

Show them just another way to live forever

I’ll bet whatever their endeavors

They’ll grow to be at least three times as clever

After the sun sets on my rap career

I’ll be satisfied with the long ride to reach your ear

With those that hold it dear

But that day is at least nowhere near

For least another ten years yeah

In between times during these mean times

Rewind it back so you can analyze this and that

What you don’t hear now, you hear after

I’m rapping, then run up on me like

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