Thought Process - Goodie Mob
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas
From da down underground
Are hangin' around the A-Town
Lookin' for a come up workin' from 9 to 5
Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or living' lavish yet
But you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my crew will I forget
And if I start to get large and come up on some change
I won't change everybody know they down
It's not the same everyday life can be different
These laws got me ready to ball
Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows
To make 'em meet each and
Every day as I comb my city streets
Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess
Cause the system got us f**ked up
It put us to the test women and men if you black you in
Food for the soul listen to
What I tell you it don't matter
Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes
We're trapped off in this world and
Society with no place else to go
So how U feel
Frustrated irritated sometimes
I don't know myself I be too numb
To feel something sometimes so I dig deep
Get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the wilderness
So I can get this shit off my
Mind
That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes
It keeps me from snappin'
Keeps me calm keeps my mind open
Keeps me fond of what I gots to do
Off in the studio to get my old burd back
On her feet and my little
Bro'
In Statesboro and my little 'cause Mark Twain all my
Folks that hang with me when
I was out in the trap or when I was goin'
Thru one of our episodes only god knows
Whut I go thru so I get down
On my knees sometimes I come home too high to pray
But I get on my bed
Lay on my back and meditate anyway
In the ceilings the four walls
It's
Like cell therapy I got nothing to do
But write about my L-I-F-E put it
Down on paper So whut chu feel
I live for today motherf**k another hour it might be sour
Never know my day so I'm prayin' in the shower
Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness a witness to bad
I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest
God bless my neighborhood
It's people killin' in da street to eat
Surviving the day is the only goat that I set
Just to make it home I'm not alone
Someone's out to get me when
I haven't done shit wrong
My head felt swoll mista couldn't see past my mouth
What route did you take man
Caught me by that loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by
No questions I said nothing
Lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'
Tha law naw man Gipp show him my shit
Close my mouth then I dip
See to me G is a person who understand tha plan
Can't make no moves
When you in tha hands of tha man
They got some new suites down Peachtree
Left wing for tha Feds right wing for tha hardheads
Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Hartsfield
Somebody don't want my face in tha place
For 96 shit's slick
Got me clean lookin' fresh dogs be scratchin' at my chest
Under the order of who
Guess who ain't non-iller than miller
Wanna 1 2 your ass no more life
What you gave was tha past
'Cause ain't no future wanna millicamp your case
Disgrace your face make it seem to be safe
But ain't no place to run
Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat
'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street
Shit you might see a nigga on tv
But hell it's almost like I'm rappin' for free
That little money be gone got dammit I'm grown
Gotta help keep the heat and tights on
It would be nice to have mo'
But I kinda like being po'
At least I know what my friends here fo'
I wanna lie to you sometimes but I can't
I wanna tell you that it's all good but it ain't
It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain
'Bout if they gon' make it or not
That's why we got nigga's killing
Feelin like they coming up off a little dope they sold
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