Let me just tell you NEVER take two severe cold/sinus benedryl... it makes you feel all woozy. Anyways here it is. (It's entitled half conscious because I am half conscious)
In a world where people are criticized for dark skin
Beaten for the colors they where or the lot they park in
Hustle every day to get by, and you act like you don’t get why
Cuz young black men just wanna sit fly
Ball hard like MJ shine like they say in the songs
It might come off as a joke but I aint playin at all
Du-rags and timberland boots wit tight laces
Locked in a room getting questioned by men with bright faces
A song is nothing until I let my might grace it
I’m right, face it. White boys fixin cars and at night racin
Everybody has a hustle some more legal than others
Suffocated by the system so he breathe through each other
Creasin pants putting up wit ceaseless rants
From black leaders why can’t we just hear a decent man?
Who made mistakes just like me and you used to do
Grabbin AK’s and later squeezing through juicing crews
This doesn’t really have a topic but I had to talk it
Stop it? Hell no. Cock it? Hell no. Negativity? Block it
Lockin my lips dropping my spits like a mute on acid
Grab my pen, pop in a clip write a new born classic
I’m takin rap to a new plateau and you won’t pass it
What’s the point of writin a diss when dude won’t grasp it?
I’m rhyming from the heart, guys don’t want a part
Sayin my name leave you cryin in the dark
Half way through my second verse without a hook
Since when did rappers become so concerned about a look?
I write not for fame but because music IS my savior
Don’t claim a name unless you use it kid I’m crazier
Than Osama on PCP mixed with Eazy-E
Wit a Jeezy beat killin it while the game stuck on Weezy’s piece
Flow like a heart attack to death notebook on cardiac arrest
Learn to share the wealth cuz dudes wit cars and crap is blessed
For the money and the fame is why I started rappin yes
I’m soft cuz there’s only one fate for the hardened captain… death
There’s more to this than just money something kinda like emotion
I’m not fuckin a girl every night cuz I kinda like devotion
Leave the bullshit behind more teens stabbed in the trash
Fightin to protect yourself while guys grab for the cash
What I want later isn’t what I had in the past
I’m movin on with a clear mind, maybe you should have it at last
Bitch please, I don’t wanna hear about diamonds in a chain
Or how much weed you smoke, how can find you in the game
If it was about all this money then why’d you ever rap?
If you don’t like it real then you should find another track
Stuck in the trap livin the life of a criminal
I’m beyond bein offended by a cypher subliminal