D.L.P.

Inner bliss. We had the ball, then it the rim. Now we reminisce Let’s book a flight, we explore the heights, and we often miss We pay the price for our youthful sins and the offer sticks Then we get lost in it. No Charmin, that’s awful shit. It’s that unlawful shit Educated in serving green to clean some bricks I remember he played center and blocked the blitz But it’s been different since world entered apocalypse Wait. Gon and save the date. Stephen getting married, Colby copped a newer space Nick OD’d and passed away, his life won’t go unnoticed. Circle steady eroding. I guess my future foreboding. Don’t drive a Ford, but I’m focused. 360° scoping, the landscape, this man fate in the open. The paths are chosen. There’s no reversing Because of this, it make me nervous. I got shawty on the phone, she ask me why I’m stressing All my friends are either dead, serving life, or pregnant Some dropped out of school, others graduated Others working full-time for “The Man”, it’s crazy And my boy Terrell about to have his baby You know Cassandra count on you, my boy, so don’t be lazy! Things are changing like the moon, you know it used to phase me But now I’m numb to the grave as I pace the pavement Tell me what it’s got to be. Is it prophecy? Dreams of a prodigy wearing Prada, G. Nah, probably in a hockey tee and some stocky jeans Hits like Dwayne J, come and rock with me Lyrically, I’m Socrates. Kick like soccer league. You may need lobotomy at thought of me We were taking shots, but now they taking shots at me. Before Waka Flocka made that song, “Oh Let’s Do It” We was going through it. Rarely did the shoe fit Recognize the face on the news clip. Victim of the ruthless Fox 13 with another one. And I think shawty got another son. 1-on-1 With the man in the clouds. Should I keep it in, or should I speak aloud. ‘Cause if my tree falls, doubt he’ll ever hear a sound So I’ve been chopping trees, rolling loud, in the background Momma on the phone, she ask me why I’m stressing All my friends are either dead, serving life, or pregnant Some dropped out of school, others graduated Others working full-time for “The Man”, it’s crazy And my boy, Derrick, cried when he lost his baby Ice cream inside a blender, our friendship shaky Things are changing like the moon, you know it used to phase me But now I’m numb to the grave as I pace the pavement Now as I stand on this stage, I’m ‘bout to make a statement Went from chains as bracelets and now we slave for payment So I creep, while them youngins sleep in a prison basement They just needed some TLC, now they trading spaces Now I ain’t saying the game is rigged or the system’s racist Was once a time when they didn’t give us the rules to play it It’s D.L.P. ‘Til he intervene and I’m pushing daisies Make my last name famous...