Homecoming

You don't got no time to waste
 Take the pressure push it
 Put it back in its place
 You don't gotta
 Gotta try so hard
 Hard
 This ones for the son who might feel sadistic
 For spending all the time thinking they the misfit
 Livin on the L cause you think you missed it
 When really you just trying on shoes that miss-fit
 See really issues is the word misused
 Haven't you heard the news we all bloody and bruised
 Haven't you heard the news
 All the world got problems
 Walls so tall a wrecking ball can't solve em
 This beat makes me think of one nine one eight six
 Hours on the street doin tricks
 One hundred and third degrees
 Family third degrees
 Burns so deep
 Falling on my knees like
 God please help me out and tell me you hear
 And if you hear what's going on make those storm clouds clear
 Cause shit just seems so complicated
 And everything in me want to feel elated
 Good times coming soon but they feel belated
 All this old bullshit got me new frustrated
 Underrated are the times
 With nothing to do
 Nothing new nothing old just some ps2
 This a ps to you keep your fists up true
 But know when to let em down and let life all in
 Let it hit let it punch take you down to the ground
 And when you can't take more grab the ones that surround you
 You don't got no time to waste
 Take the pressure push it
 Put it back in it's place
 You don't gotta
 Gotta try so hard
 Hard
 If I could tell myself then any one thing
 It'd be one dream
 One ring
 One crib
 One car
 One kid
 One hit
 One thing
 Don't make you a king
 Certainly if you're a king it don't make you all clean
 Shit's both or neither
 Facts that function either
 As a downward meter
 Or a means to ether
 Tryna take you off your feet and into the dark
 Shits not black and white but still the contrasts stark
 Iron man type fights wait to break your heart
 Don't let em get you down
 But be sure you're gonna fall in
 And all in balls deep is all you can call in
 And ballin on fleek is where you'll be sprawlin
 Rest assured it'll work if you put in the work
 But don't work so hard you forget how to hurt
 And don't take it so serious you forget what you're worth
 Shits as deep as it gets but so simple it hurts
 This beat makes me think of one nine one eight six
 Hours on the street doin tricks
 One hundred and third degrees
 Family third degrees
 Burns so deep
 Falling on my knees
 Cause shit just seems so complicated
 And everything in me want to feel elated
 Everything in me wants to spin the days back
 Take back all the pressure and tell me to lay back
 You don't got no time to waste
 Take the pressure push it
 Put it back in it's place
 You don't gotta
 Gotta try so hard
 Hard
 There's no one way track to a victory lap
 There's a victory lap if you just learn how to laugh
 If you learn how to live and you learn how to die
 Gonna get a pair of wings and take that shit to the sky
 You'll fly
 You'll fly away
 You'll fly