Life under constant attack

Anyone can run the fade

A man will let you run it back

Yeah, I'm cut from that, so what's up with that?

I've been everything from a poet to a punching bag

An inspiration to a could've-had

I done got old gripping microphones

I put the pudding back

Recycled growns and sags

I see my youth in my children

I poured from my soul and let it fill them

From the dregs, a potion brewed

I stopped counting the hoops I jumped through

'Geti King told me, "It gets to a point the truth don't rhyme"

And I live that too

Yeah, I live that too

But what could you do?

Had that mug humming like a kazoo

Gallis pole in June

And I'm wondering what they brung me

The homies came to see me hang the gallis pole in June

The homies came to see me hang, gallis pole in June

A hundred dollars won't do

Better run and get you two

Run and get you two

Run

My daughters look like a drawing by Yoshitomo Nara

We ride around in a flying saucer

And I just count their giggles

My grandfather told me being a daddy means I die first

Then he died first

I miss him the worst

My grandfather told me being a daddy means I die first

Then he died first

I miss him the worst