Green Light

There's a time when we all meet our maker

Stay on your grind 'cause we all need our paper

We find love, but eventually break up, then make up

We all fall asleep and then we wake up

Pay attention, we all have our callin'

The point is, get back up when you're fallin'

I lit my joint back up and quit stallin'

Let the chips land where they may, I go all in

I'm on a war path

Give me more death

My ink is poisonous

Got Agent Orange breath

Blood-drenched, still attackin', it's a savage war, bab it more

Complicated addict with these habits formed

They look to me for help, be more reliable

Suicidal bomber, homicide is justifiable

Poundin' on my chest causin' more tears

Sniper on the roof, this is real guerilla warfare

Slow it down, let my mind meet my maker

And let my pain bleed onto lined sheets of paper

Underground, but different level of wealth

I love God, but I snap like the Devil himself

I'm a bafflin' beast

So, rappers kneel in front of me like I'm a Catholic priest

These kids are yellow like a daffodil leaf

I'm a drivin' force, so jump into the passenger's seat or keep falling

There's a time when we all meet our maker

Stay on your grind 'cause we all need our paper

We find love, but eventually break up, then make up

We all fall asleep and then we wake up

Pay attention, we all have our callin'

The point is, get back up when you're fallin'

I lit my joint back up and quit stallin'

Let the chips land where they may, I go all in

I tried being normal

Fuck bein' normal

Skin weathered leather

Still mad pain and turmoil

We do not share the same black magic

And you do not got the same bad habits

And I cannot hang out with old friends, they're all violent

Sittin' here alone with my thoughts, that's loud silence

And I can see like every mistake with closed eye-lids

Keep playin' 'em all back in my head, it's so tirin'

If you don’t think I'm ill by now, you must be real deaf

Penalty for stealin' the King's dinner is still death

Balancin' my cash-flow and not goin' corporate

You fallin' down, I'll lift you up like a fork-lift

I write with blood in a calligraphy pen

My style is vigorous and vicious with an ignorant blend

And you can see the go signal again

It's green light, the rise and fall like Caligula again

It's alright

There's a time when we all meet our maker

Stay on your grind 'cause we all need our paper

We find love, but eventually break up, then make up

We all fall asleep and then we wake up

Pay attention, we all have our callin'

The point is, get back up when you're fallin'

I lit my joint back up, and quit stallin'

Let the chips land where they may, I go all in