Made up Mind

Yo me and my girl Nicole Ayden we at the candle light Sitting talking and chilling and speaking bout out life If you looking for drama it's not with us yo So much peace in our crib you'll often blank slow You wondering how to get on my level Just not willing to put the effort into but dig it like a shovel Straight grace from my father that's what I'm telling you So change the way of thinking, viewing your life and your attitude That's the knowledge that I put out my nickel I drop emotions in music just like an ice sickle So when it comes to strife put it on the mic Push off in life children learning how to ride bike As I'm constantly coasting never boasting celebrating Everything like wine when it comes to toasting Go ahead ya'll lift it up When it comes to my rhyming my decisions my mind is made up Young Providence be like that's what I'm talking bout Make a decision act upon it and straight walk it out My rap name used to be Silva T Constantly upset angry at people and how treated me I decided to move away and move forward Forsake them leave them cast to the sea while I'm moving shoreward Performing a risk assessment looking at pros and cons You pressing my buttons to get drama recieve no response Don't leave a message after the tone My Fat ex curse me out I just hang up the phone Ignore her like video games getting in my zone Or clap at her picture in the gun range before heading home Use enemies for target practice in that sort of manner Hulk on the mic but in life calm like Bruce Banner You never reach your destination if your looking back Unless you are repelling down a wall and your homies cut you slack My mind is made up My mind is made up so what I'm going to do Keep perfecting my rhymes and spit what ever's true Making my lines hit ya like Prototype Jack Ya stunned with your eyes wide open as you fall back Hip hop never dies I call it Rapinstien Forever lasting and living, passing the human mind Respecting artist that made it like walking in a shrine Music producer that's grateful call it a life line Nonperial productions is up and running about time Got my own record label, myself is who I signed Hanging out with my nickles my Thomas Jefferson's We Building making establishments like we construction men Racisism doesn't exist in true intelligence Its shocked straight locked out like an electric fence Constantly spitting rhymes trying to get paid up Using it for self and for others my mind is made up