Daydreaming in the Projects

So don't be mad at me

I used to breathe asthmatically

No strategy for what ever brain

Gets going

Counting the stars through the growing pains

Show the blame

For the bill, take a sugar pill

Over the counter drugs, the ones **** couldn't feel

Like the wooden wheel

Ben switched the island with

Long stretched hair, high like a lion sittin'

Yeah, I'm trying to get it but where did it go?

Under ten inches of the lake effect snow

But I'ma do whatever it takes, so let's go

Let's go to the projects, let's go to the moon

Shout to Aes Rock for calling out my spoons

Shout to hip hoppers I met in high school

Y'all saved my life Thursday afternoons

This goes out to

Ghetto children making codewords

In the projects around the world

Ghetto children fighting dragons

In the projects around the world

Don't overlook it though

You gotta know what you couldn't know

Yeah, I'm good, so go  ahead, scrutinize

Put your gloves on and dig for a new surprise

It might be super sized, use all your muscles

Get in front of the groove just like a hustle, improve

The fight or scuffle, stay sharp for the moment

I rhyme for survival so the art is a bonus

I was part of the motion back when Carson was hosting

Everything is better when you don't know nothing

I'm grown so I'm always disgusted

All these discussions online is mayonnaise versus mustard

Mayonnaise people think French can't be trusted

Mustard people think eggs is all busted

But fuck it, we in it for the pattern interruptions

This goes out to the

Ghetto children hacking networks

In the projects around the world

Ghetto children splicing cable

In the projects around the world

So don't be mad at me

I overthink things radically

King tragedy, prince everlong

Never shake up my eight-ball 'cause its never wrong

I sing whatever song I damn well please

Vintage Five Deez or tempted by squeeze

My dispensary's closed and I meant to buy weed

I'm salty at the airport in security

Tragic is the story of the cookie face king

Long black trench on the roof like Sting

Pointing bats at my enemies let it be known

Pull up at the show hitting every orange cone

I park where I want but I cry if I'm towed

I don't really know where it's right to buy clothes

Unregulated labor made all that I own

Can I make an impact if I strike the right tone

And keep saying words into microphones

It goes

Ghetto children

Solving problems

In the projects around the world