Back to the block where the hustla steady pitchin back to the booth where the musc i will listen im movin on a mission no time to stop

About time to role no time to rock

Gotta pen, pad, no time to jot

Down all the words that reside on the top of my dome

They like yo haze where u going anywhere back but not back home

Im too grown my momma don't want me 

Cant stay home so she prodigal son me

Feeling sorry no sense of it yet but she feels remorse a sense of regret

I cant go back blinded by pride

Ego tripping so i stand behind pride 

So if girls start stripping then i stand behind lust 

Its a must if i leave any man behind dies 

Life is like cocoa i prefer a different taste

Lemons in ya face will transition to lemon cake 

Bitter taste bitter sweet either rest or live in peace. 

I ain't tryna be picky so ill just take bit of each 

Gimme dat gimme dat how im posed to live w/ that

I'm just stating obvious it is what it is in fact 

All ya'll do is talk about this or that give n take Indian give isn't he fake bow give it back

Work, Work watch yo body when u picking up that work

Worth worth i know what Im worth

Work, Work watch yo body when u picking up that work

Worth worth i know what Im worth

I plant seeds never share crop

Its getting real in the field by ya self so never share crops

Most kings get there head chopped 

I see alot of dead blacks but i dont see

No dead cops 

Even the odds see thru the lies why rat

When cops dont snitch on cops

I cant allow that

Deal with deception not deceiver of self 

Incarcerate the fathers tell the kids believe in yourself

Leave the mother w/shit and force her to fiend for herself 

Now she gotta see u in jail to see if i well

Its easy to tell by one look she can see u in hell

But u be thinkin deep in ya cell if u can be any help but can u?

The concept of freedom is frail

Rats each whatever to survive even themselves 

Eat each other to each their own

Am I speaking thruth thats reachin home

Im on a whole notha level

U realized u cant defeat the white man

So u grow mature then u settle

Frown ya face at the young black n ghetto 

Ya mother is yo father ya masters 

Jepetto, ill never forget tho

N yall like that shit

**** lookin at me like thats that lightskin shit 

Thats that lightskin shit that lightskin shit mellow yellow

Less melanin then my average fellow 

Yet im ghetto, philly negro half white on the DLow but that shit dont change what i can do for my ppl 

Cuz u know like I know im notta

Mulatto... this pigment on this skin is light as moscato 

Vitiligo im from the city where seein ya demise is way more important than seein **** rize

So i prolly need to leave 

U can catch me chillin 

Cali kushin lookin like i need to breathe 

At peace with Eaze