Eleven.Six.Sixteen

Yeah Yeah A realer truth was never spoken I'm heading down the path that I've chosen With the microphone recording all the voices that have stolen homes in my dome How is that for an introduction to a song Dead presidents who'll never know my name But I got they picture in my wallet like, image frame On my way, change the game Let the speakers knock, long live the real Go pop, and maybe let something go pop for real Like inner city windy city cops I got a homie out there and he stopped Smiling soon as they killed the thought Like it's laying on the ground yelling please stop, I'm shot, but they ain't stop A garden of peace is where you'll find me Crafting samples, fixing rhythms, I'm defining My lines and practicing rhyming I imagine perfect timing Rollex dreams, platinum face, silver lining Icy Like the city I come from I see like turn your blind eye son From The illegitimate, indiscriminate Post-school pre-fame shit That people put out like it's a hit My brother hasn't put the bottle down since he was twelve Now he's 23 How I deal with that at 17 How would you choose to cope if you were me Unproductive habits turn to lifestyles, yelling that ain't me And they said I needed cardio So I been pushing the Lexus See I like to test life, how life tests us And somebody told me I would die in that car I don't limit myself, I'm dyin in a faster car Scary shit to hear It's scarier to say Knowing that you mean it means it might come true one day I mean good life and longevity Are a lifetime away Immature kid with the maturest of thoughts 4 years ago, man, who would have thought That Gaby Baby with the Bluetooth jambox Would come back, packing heat, cause he never stopped With the beat boxing With plays on words, he Does it like it's nothin cause he doesn't fumble with his hustle, he's just humble undercover Mr. steal yo girl, hits the DM's undercover Finds his way into the covers, tryin not to catch a case We discussin great, she's telling me that I'm great Let her know she's late, I been in touch with fate, got a girl on my mind, but That's discussion for a later date And mama Rouse find peace when my music loud Kicks that shake the house honestly make her proud Because her son's found a creative way to handle the world around him He started swimming, he quit drowning He realized that life is more than trying Life is doing Sees that truth is better than lying He's proving That she ain't mess it all up A single mother with four sons Is tough Good thing she didn't have a gun Good thing she understood love So she could pass it on, started running when I was passed the baton Now I'm on Picked myself up with an angel's arms now I'm on And yeah, I'm sure I wouldn't mind fortune and fame But I got songs to make I got art to give I got lives to change Messages to spread Promises to keep What would you do if you were me I mean we all gonna die one day Yeah we all gonna die one day So how you gonna live? You get to choose which way