Innerspace (feat. Toby)

I remember as youngin'
 Slummin' with my crusaders
 Garcia Vegas, burglarizing neighbors for Segas
 Lil schemers, countin' Beemers, Benzes & Acuras
 It's tough to count blessings when battlin' Count Dracula
 Life's fangs'll drain yo blood in floods
 Can't wade in that water because of rogue scuds
 Role models taught us you oughta just roll up
 In life there's no love whatever yo role was
 Find wealth
 No need to find self
 Stand in line until you find your spot on a shelf
 (Sold!)
 Don't mean to sound cold, got my soul singing baritone
 Feelin' down low
 To think
 Of those in this winter with no mink, or folk
 Weathering this desert with no drink to cope
 Some chain smoke with no link or hope
 Just dope, tree and a rope
 You are the living truth of life ooh ooh
 The fastest can't run from who they are
 I'd run from self but no man can run that far
 You are the living truth of life ooh ooh
 The fastest can't run from who they are
 I'd run from self but no man can run that far
 Turn the page, eventually I hit a certain age
 Learn that all the freedom was worthless when you're afraid
 Success can often be a perfect cage
 Searching for a way to stay the same while the world will change
 A prisoner, trapped in the regret
 Cuz the ego can't keep up if they happen to reject it
 Sometimes you want so bad to be respected
 Goin' after it 'til you've left your happiness neglected
 I've seen the weakness in grown men
 Playing games with their pain, they cheat but they don't win
 Seen 'em feed the needle deep into their own skin
 Tryna find a fleeting bit of peace in that moment
 More success to fix what's left
 Take an even bigger risk like after this I'll rest
 Til he painted with the razor on his wrist a red
 The color of lips, pucker up it's the kiss of death
 You are the living truth of life ooh ooh
 The fastest can't run from who they are
 I'd run from self but no man can run that far
 I'm Bustin' Loose, no Wilder, just a Pryor (prior)
 And that debt was paid in spades and barbed wire
 Later use eyes to weigh and move fire
 Then moved crowds in wades with hellfire
 Meet a fan, kick it witcha, take a picture
 Sign both titties and give a pound to your mister
 It's been real
 Realer than steel I'da grabbed before I picked up a pen and a pad
 Shit it's been chill
 Chiller than the look in the eye of a junkie when he's looking to buy looking to fly
 Pyrex on the good eye of a broke stove
 Pyramid of cans, tin foil with poke holes
 Soft white girl break your nose and gets harder
 Revenge of the Caine, the original Get Carter
 Take your favorite star, make him into a martyr
 Life ain't Trending, it's ending
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