We were tied down
tied down tied down
And our minds wound
numbed down numbed down
Theres Nothing in your stare
Dried up, to drained to care.
Just passing over broken white lines watching the rain melt the traffic lights.
And we both know there’s nowhere else we can go with this. So why even try to fight.
Tied down tied down
And I’m numb now
Numb now numb now
I have a friend that’s much more than a friend. She has the sun in her eyes, she was born like that. It’s something you don’t notice until you’re in a dark place or a cold place. And you can stare right at it that little piece of sun, it’s a spark that will make you catch fire. It doesn’t blind, it just warms you. And all at once your in the place you were just before you fell apart. Except, this time you believe you deserve it all, that you fit in this place. And that little spark stays with you and you hold onto it as long as you can until you need to feel it again.
She gives and gives and deserves the world, and I just want her to believe that.
Quack said I crossed the line between real life and fantasy
Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett
Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with motherfuckers?
Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers
If you believe in that sort of luck your screws need adjusting
In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses
I’m the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers
My God it’s so hard to conceive
But it all falls perfect I’m like autumn is to trees
The doc interrupted, he scribbled a prescription for some Prozac
He said: “take that for your mustard, boy
You must be off your rocker
If you think you’ll make it off the strip before they ‘Pac ya
Nigga you gotta be psychotic
Or mixing something potent with your vodka
It takes a lot to shock us
But you being so prosperous is preposterous
How could this nappy headed boy from out the projects
Be the apple of America’s obsession?
You totally disconnected with reality
Don’t believe in dreams
Since when did black men become kings