My little running buddy right there.
He's running now.
Taking over the world, huh?
Taking over the world.
Look.
* you know about these shoes that I walked in.
Rest my head in places no bigger than a walk-in.
Opportunity scares,
they trying to keep us boxed in.
Along the line that these bodies getting choked in.
Get it how I live it, my condition's deplorable.
Stuck to my game plan, never caught an audible.
Heart so cold it may never thaw.
Ice age Neanderthal.
He's trying to make a splash, cannonball.
My lawyer trying to plead out convictions.
A depiction.
Minutes to society match my description.
God-body King Tut, I walk like an Egyptian.
All this gold on pineapple cushion my system.
Yellow tussle necks, grape soda my prescription.
Never dick around with diction.
I wash blood,
sweat,
and tears away with the same dish rag.
Probably can't relate if you ain't live out a gym bag.
Feet to the pavement, no water breaks.
No need for the statements.
It's not for entertainment.
Hard knock doctorate.
Your whole resume look like somebody doctored it.
Pots on the stove.
Ain't no chicken broth in it.
No pot of gold.
I don't fear a bowler.
I fear the pistol holder.
The one behind the badge yelling pull over.
Who might shoot me if I don't obey his command.
Might kill me anyway cause he can't see my hands.
Damn, State Farm cover that.
Nah, can't be a doctor or running back.
Black trench coat, AK under that.
And a magazine for pigs bitch, capital murder.
I got two middle fingers for the Dallas Observer.
Blaze.
Gitmo.
Muff.
Yeah.