i-59

Yeah, yeah Yeah, ay I really had this time to sit back and reminisce Just kinda reflect on things Yeah, okay Taking a late night drive down I-59 just to clear my mind No idea what I might find, I'm digging thru thoughts, I'ma take my time Spent about a year with my brain confined, I was stuck in a cell, 4 walls no light Just to get out to see people's lives don't matter, bad cops tryna batter and fight Spent my time in the Penn with a paper and pen, my emotions learned how to write Thinking bout all of the shit that I've been thru and tryna turn some wrongs into rights People tryna protest their protest, saying theirs is the best, that shit ain't right Now the earth burns bright cause of pain and fear, fists up for the ones who died Yeah Pulling up in a benzo, Gucci Fanny pack 'round your waist Cuban links on the wrist, on the watch, and on your chains That shit funny to me, just give me a minute and I'll explain You'd rather have that jewelry than buy your mom a mansion You'd rather blow that money on temporary companions You'd rather go to Vegas and put that shit on the slots Instead of passing it down so your kids don't need a job That shit make me think you nothing but a bitch (On God) I got homies that be staying at the Ritz (On God) You didn't grow up with no money, you was rich (On God) You didn't have to put no sugar on your grits (On God) Yeah And that's the difference between us You grew up with it I grinded 'til I had it Ark Yeah