More Out of Life

Somebody wanted guidance, looked inside to find it
 You know them blind kids, money on their eyelids
 Kissing on the fly gyp-ship from the Egyptian islands
 Gems in the hymns said the chant
 The moon man grins, hair on my chin grows
 Hair on my chest burn
 Flare in my soul cold
 I can't sleep
 Let alone, stay awoke, smoking dope like
 It's like Shaitan find another way to choke
 Another day broke, money ain't my motto, nope
 Traded peace for the sorrow that I swallow
 Bottle after bottle, like the role models of the hollow
 Feeling like a seedless avocado
 Crowd screaming
 Bravo! Bravo!
 Here's a dollar for your sorrows
 Can I borrow your time more tomorrow
 Watch a Fargo, feeling far gone from the chart that I was gonna follow
 It's hard to make songs when a war's going on outside
 No man is safe from
 And you can run but you can't hide forever
 Mother won't let up, telling me I should get up
 And in the meantime, on that mean grind for cheddar
 Underground Master Shredder, gave my brother my leather
 Put on a sweater, I counted my change
 I added my blessings
 I stepped into the rain
 To wash my brain
 My friends say that I don't talk the same
 So dark like we don't give off the same light
 Wish I seen it all in plain sight to explain it on this great mic
 Amplified, stay wired to the nation-side, cross oceans
 Where the faiths collide and talk omens like grace that died
 On the brink of trying to make my mind
 Save my soul at the same time, make this rhyme
 Wonder, will I be saved in time
 Make Salah, say grace
 Case God change his mind
 How insane am I
 Just the same as you
 Came here what you came to do
 I'm just saying the truth
 A little more
 More out of life
 Sometimes we gotta blank out
 And touch the universe on some
 Fuck rap back with my back on the wall rap shit
 Capping at all, napping on God
 Knowing damn well half of your squad
 Still ain't found John
 Baptist, Barnes, drowning him
 Swimming in a pool full of shark fins surrounding him
 Rain dancing when dark days
 Have clouded him, cause niggas play God
 They just building up, doubted him
 Rapping about colors like someone's proud of him
 But don't praise fathers cause half of you grew without one
 Malcolms, Martins, Pacs, Chris Wallaces
 Muhammads, Khalil Gibrans, Akhenatens
 Gods and goddesses, following false promises
 Laws and politics, full-ride scholarships
 Still don't know what time it is
 Models and actors, rappers, coke, bottle of Cris'
 Rope and bad words
 Hope plastered on minds of mañana
 Obama, Osama, Mama, Papa
 God we gotcha
 Dealing with censorship, sponsorship, friendships
 Relationships, slave ship minimum wages
 Racist shit, we gotta find ways to change this shit
 Elevation, higher foundations