| I am POS I be the new generation of slaves Here to make papes off this land corporation's rape From that life I'm tryin' to separate But I guess I'm livin' dreams cuz my rent's always a month late Product of an East German Black Who kissed the neck, of a pretty woman named Grace But he left my life just a little too soon Didn't see me catch the Doomtree fame As we go a little somethin' like this Look mom, no protection, now I got a baby boy by the name of Jake And I been tryin' to play the cowboy to rustle in the dough When I think I'm getting' better every passin' day I'm not an early bird, plus the feathers' all black So by the time I catch an apple, usually it's rind But it's a must to decipher one's girl From the round, sweet apples that are rotten on the inside I cherish my free time But I maximize so my soul needs to unwind I wanna see the stars be the moon to my son (But I'm always on the run, run, run) I fake to all these hard-case kids I raise a black fist But won't say [nigga] in the things I write De La Souls Lyrics on And I don't say [faggot] Cuz I don't think it's right I know my boy struggle with that for over half his life I guess we got our own lives to live But I'm stretched too thin, tryin' to build a kingdom to rule And I think to the past sometimes And dag man, it's bad, see I kinda acted like a fool But I've apologized to the lives that I've touched Wrong pride, to the back, move ahead strong But I can safely say I've never played a woman without ... |
