burden of truth

Can I hit my two-step with my cup? Yeah, my cup

Let's get high as the ceiling of my love, for you, for us

I got a dance date with my fear, I got an ashtray for my tears

I got the burden of truth in my hands, yeah, in my hands (Yeah)

God got my clock hands handcuffed

One phone call, he ain't even answer

Stuck in four walls, no sun rays come from nan one

No commissary coming, no honor in the judge

I'm sparring with time

I know it's all borrowed, but it's mine

I'm bargaining for more and it ain't even start to wind down yet

I'm just getting high, apartment in the sky ain't my house yet

Baby, by all means, it's a knockout round

In my bout with death until he come around again

And when he do, remember I know how to swing

A fistful of bloody dollars with my dream

I ain't Martin Luther King, in the heart of where I'm from

They hanging martyrs in the street, all my wars larger than me

I can't count my rear-view clouds

I've been truth-bound for a year or two now in the sun

Can I hit my two-step with my cup? Yeah, my cup

Let's get high as the ceiling of my love, for you, for us

I got a dance date with my fear, I got an ashtray for my tears

I got the burden of truth in my hands, yeah, in my hands

Can I hit my two-step with my cup? My cup

Let's get high as the ceiling of my love, for you, for us

I got a dance date with my fear, I got an ashtray for my tears

I got the burden of truth in my hands, yeah, in my hands

I hold the truth in my hands

Life in my skin, loosens my body

I'm always close to my kin

But furthest from them, and nobody stop me

'Cause I'm always close to celebrate

Burden of again, loser of the game a lot

My mind looped in a carousel that knows me very well

Like nobody, nobody (Yeah)

Can I hit my two-step with my cup? (Can I get that juice in my cup?) Yeah, my cup

Let's get high as the ceiling of my love, for you, for us

I got a dance date with my fear, I got an ashtray for my tears (My tears)

I got the burden of truth in my hands, yeah, in my hands

Can I hit my two-step with my cup? Yeah, my cup

Let's get high as the ceiling of my love, for you, for us

I got a dance date with my fear, I got an ashtray for my tears

I got the burden of truth in my hands, yeah, in my hands