Douglasville

Yo I know I could this beat Instead I made something you can ride to  To spit your bars while you sitting in the car Feeling like you a star Saying you could murder me on my own track I remember when I used to feel just like that Youthful exuberance maneuvering through the trials and the trouble  Through the rubble and the rage writing my pain on my page Im at the Waffle House at two am I’m like three pots deep  Five dollars to my name scribbling bars on the napkin Waitress looking asking Annie I’m ok  What can i say I’m just trying to make it through this day  And work enough to fill my cup help my momma out her rut  I hate this city I hate this town I watched them drowned their sorrows  Until tomorrows became yesterday seen them od die commit suicide  What can I say all I could do was pray Come on This for you while you sitting in your car  You dreaming of the stage steady spitting them bars This for you working forty hours a week  You praying for a day off so you can get sleep  This for you who stays grinding in the streets For those afraid to get up so they hiding in the sheets This is for you and the ones that we lost along the away  Yea I hope that we can make it one day Come on I said I ain't talking money I ain't the drugs  See I be talking hope and I be talking love See I'm chilling with the lost the lepers and the lame  And you drive past them everyday but you don’t even know their names Im in the streets and you ain't ever there You acting like you follow him but u ain't ever here Cause me and him be chilling everyday  And I ain't seen your face I guess goats look like sheep when there far away  Fears for the fire lake  Speak truth don’t try to violate  I said the world got enough hate  Come on got to show them love  Dog we got to show them love Forget the distractions no time for relaxing  Let the children while the men take action  We ain’t got nothing to loose  They gonna judge your every move You ain't got nothing to prove Just give it all to him you ain't got nothing to loose This for you while you sitting in your car  You dreaming of the stage steady spitting them bars This for you working forty hours a week  You praying for a day off so you can get sleep  This for you who stays grinding in the streets For those afraid to get up so they hiding in the sheets This is for you and the ones that we lost along the away  shit I hope that we can make it one day Spit your shit son