In the quiet before I found him In the quiet before the storm I've been gliding around with my gaze on the ground Ramming my thoughts in and writing them down Now I'm finally finding them, liking the sound of the things that I see when I see them I think of the days when I played with the crayons Now I rap with the pen right in my lifetime And again I know this ain't a game that I'm playing, I'm sprigging I take shells off the shelf and I dust them off And load them into my mind like a rusty glock Pop, pop, and then I stop like I shut the shop I gotta free my mind of the junk a lot And don't think that I'm singing too much, I'm not, I promise They tell me that I'm deep, I tell them I'm honest I just tell them what I mean in stereophonics I tell them how I be, I tell them what I go through Tell them what I see, I tell them what I do Tell them what I feel, tell them what I need Tell them what I wanna tell them about me My heart's on my sleeve, I can't really see another place It would go if it weren't there It took a few blows and it hurt Least I know that it works, yeah But it weren't fear, uh, yeah But now I'm grinding a little Rhyming a little, vibing a little I spent my whole life on the edge looking right in the middle Now it's time that I find my feet and try to dive in the middle I just laugh when I'm writing my riddles, yeah Laugh with me In the quiet with all these questions Love as the silence breaks, oh I'm trying to take it all in Remember that I'm lucky to be awake this morning Start rapping without a beat and before you know it They start clapping and shouting and tweeting and call you poet All cause God blessed my ability to record flaws in a sheet I'm the only poet that's all over the street I used to think success was having more shows in a week But what does that matter if doors close when I speak? Ask anyone, I used to go church Now there's no guide to how I choose to soul search But you're smarter than you give yourself credit for You're incredible, I should've said it more I propose a clean slate Cause I just wanna raise the ghetto like Green Gate Too many kids have seen hate and out here bids just seem great So I'm trying to save him from prison food But he thinks he's weak if he isn't rude Then his order comes up to me like Yo big man, I'm a big fan You got the sense that I want for my kid, fam I said a blessing ain't a blessing unless I can share it with man But then again, I spread myself too thin Why should I drown tryna help you swim? Come to the table with two long hands But I really wanna know what else you need For a kid with no money the appeal is great What you think he knows about property and real estate? He thinks his weapon is something he can't do without at all But if I'm not careful he won't talk to me about it all So I gotta give him the message but make it palpable Cause he thinks I've never been broke, never been angry So I gotta make the medicine candy You don't have to be a conscious you to contribute I said you don't have to be a conscious you to contribute What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?