High - Jean Grae

Claiming the, city is mine, prettiest dime

I don’t like the way that people defending Kelly in public

Wide spoken on the, quote it

Similar, get it

tatted

Below the shoulders spelling, «Jean Grae»

Inside picket fences and larger houses imitating

My life of living is a constant struggle

Juggle with empty hands

Troubled and worried about the future plans

Hoping God’s looking out of high windows

Keep climbing, keep falling back

Sip a little Cognac

holding pennies inside a wallet

Instead of dollars holler if you feel it

The quest for dollar, an achievement

Bleed until my final hour, believe it

This hunger never quit, it only goes deeper

Get high, try to get my burn on like a ton of reefer

I’m a fiend

Stay on my mind, it’s all green

You don’t even respect the history, or bother to notice

Street in effect credit, somebody’s child is claimed dead, but fuck it

He used it in a single, most of you using less bars and more hooks

Juggling titties, sell a song

And crooks and criminals in Entourage but nobody’s wrong, come off it

I’ve seen a puff and plenty, in case the bass is friendly

Can never kill, I’m ruthless only for the mic to

You can keep your cases for shit, I’m chasing this dream

Running a thousand feet in the sand, envisioning cream

Replacing rock, hitting brick walls, door shut

Take my picture blow it up, post it on promo

Fighting it solo, to rock the boat

Alone in it, praying like Charlie for golden tickets

I’m sick of women diminished by bitches claiming they kick it

Written strictly from the heart, skin will never be seen

Not for green

Niggas dying

Higher than kites, blood on they flyest clothes

Lying hoes, repping women, stripping, neglecting they children

Deconstruct an education as quick as they could be gaining elevation

But it’s always easy to dumb it, you want it you got it

A nation of instant gratification

Either microwaving or speeding to some fast

Scheming to reaching, American dreaming is catching up

I mean you walking home and might get hit by a sniper

Life is always unappreciated, especially us

It could be genocide for certain 'less we strengthen it up

Awake and take control and be the colors we blush

Creation never meant to get as far as a bus

Forsaken, all the splendor rendered us blind

Thinking the role of recline

Watch Green Mile to open my mind

And take me to other places with Michael Duncan and Tom, gotta feel me

Too much of something’s never good, keep it only for nights

dream, state of mind’s all green