MOM

Have you ever had a second thought, 'bout your first dream? Got so bad you start to question God, askin' where's He? And you know you getting hella close, like a near miss To the fame, know you got the drive, gotta gear-shift Think the money coming automatic? Getting rich ain't in the manual You think working hard'll cut you slack? Boy that's just the business"casual" Think the money coming automatic? Getting rich ain't in the manual You think working hard'll cut you slack? Boy that's just the business"casual" Now you're just another fiend for the guap, always thinking about it Seen you visibly shaking because you can't live without it Say you'll do anything for it and I ain't finna doubt it man I can see it in your face I see the pain in your smiling Feel the anger in your voice, keep on calling it"the hunger" but I don't hear no rumblin' from your stomach but I know it's eating at you to see the success of all of your peers And jealousy is just manifesting all of your fears See the glamor, asking"Why him not me?" See the man, buy a chain"I'll then buy three" See the women at his door, wonder"how could they adore him Why they in his face and walk right past me?" Then you wonder if you'd ever be the biggest, and the flashiest Rapper with the riches and the women, that's the nastiest There's no other way to explain it but He Get By, on Quality, Talib Kweli Have you ever had a second thought, 'bout your first dream? Got so bad you start to question God, askin' where's He? And you know you getting hella close, like a near miss To the fame, know you got the drive, gotta gear-shift Think the money coming automatic? Getting rich ain't in the manual You think working hard'll cut you slack? Boy that's just the business"casual" Think the money coming automatic? Getting rich ain't in the manual You think working hard'll cut you slack? Boy that's just the business"casual"