Tomorrow (feat. Rakaa & Blu)

Sat on a bench penning a verse
 Yes, it's Evidence
 Who wrote "For Whatever It's Worth"
 I let the ink bleed
 'Cause when I squeeze it's cohesive
 Make a beat, release the cold pieces
 That's the sound when I am down and out
 Round and round, we go round another roundabout
 The city painted blue or red is what a pound about
 I'm steppin' out tonight, and god willing stepping out of bounds
 I came up, but money can't buy me
 Love, but it can buy me other things I need
 What? Do you think it's time to break the gate again
 I motivate and think bigger than money out the ATM
 It's as good as gone, shit, it's as bad as here
 Status, it's the climate in the atmosphere
 Things you can't touch, spray but can't brush
 I guess the latency said a little late
 But I can't rush
 Sat in the back of the Jimmy Z
 And I started sketchin'
 One arm hanging out the window with the muscle flexin'
 Stacy Adams foot on the seat, resting
 Open the book of revelations and pick out a lesson
 Powers beyond control of pencil
 Draw blood every time I cut a record, I blow a vessel
 You get charcoal
 The battery charge while this Japanese sparkle in the carafe
 Two fingers, raise the glass off the marble
 It's all a legend
 Mix the medicine with the Benson and Hedges
 Know where the ledge is
 Might take a little off of the top, fade the edges
 Still keep it crisp
 Pay no attention to the politics, 'cause ignorance is bliss
 Complex napoleon, triple-X nickelodeon
 Remove the garbage
 Work the night shift, the rap custodian
 Use your face as a tray to put out a bogie
 In due recording, midnight, noon, or morning
 So move according
 I sat on a plane and let my brain unwind
 Hot towels for my face and wine
 Defying the laws of gravity, space and time
 International air space, I'm flying with the divine
 Keep the fact that race tracks could lead to dark places in mind
 Exercising smart taste, refined
 Higher than artificial borders in these man made lines
 Thirty thousand feet above a past of man made crimes
 The future is pure potential I'm promised
 And unpolished, is raw
 Soft clay, but [?]'s the new knowledge
 The present is a gift, like my presence when I'm gone
 In fact, it's always right now, even when I'm wrong
 The elevation never drops
 Tell em better never stops
 Watch 'em play the part
 I tell 'em to get some better props
 Understanding one world
 Over trying to set it off
 Looking down I see the bubble
 Hoping that it never pops
 Check it
 I sat on a bus, brushing my wave
 Sunny CA
 My sunshine shine, as if it don't rain
 Your dame went from no name
 To damn near knowing the whole game
 That's cold fame
 My cell phone rang
 My number don't change
 I picked it up
 Had her pick me up from my domain
 She drove a dope range
 Like my blood brother who don't bang
 She love that Cobain
 Because she blow brains and blow things up
 Out of proportion sometimes
 I light her propane
 She like to hold hands with grown mans
 I like to hold papers and blow cake like it's my birthday
 I feel I'm thirty eight
 I say forget my curses, J
 I should've went to church today
 To wash away my sins
 So I could shine, when them curtains raise
 I hope the gas prices lower, like the murder rate
 So all that break a circle, ey probably
 With an urban state
 So much red and blue, you saw it was a purple state
 I guess they threw that gold on it and hopes [?] stay