PERFECT STORM

I still'll take the joy with the rain. The sun with the pain. And mix it all together in the stormiest weather. Cuz it’s whatever. The feeling’s better. I use to have dreams. Then I woke up. Now that I'm awake. I see the vision. And it's clear as day. Ain't even gotta say the obvious. Highly pissed is what they'd prolly get. Cross me, what's understood will never be explain. Just know your life will never be the same. Pick any side I'll take any lane. Switch up the ride it'll kill any pain. The doors suicide on that novocaine. Whip in the dealership and sign off on my prescription. See me I'm on a mission. No intermissions, no politicians but lyrically politicking. With out a pot to piss in. Piss in the wind. All that money I was blowing and I'll do it again. Before the sin God was the witness. Before the end I'll give yo ass the business. I still'll take the joy with the rain. The sun with the pain. And mix it all together in the stormiest weather. Cuz it’s whatever. The feeling’s better. I thought I knew it all til I seen the truth. Some people won't believe til they see the proof. And even when they do. They still blinded by the lies. They pollute our minds over time. Spilling lies in the booth. I salute all mcs who keep it real. Cuz I gotta be honest. It's really kill or be killed. But see, we gotta chill. It's 2 on 1. It's me and you! And then on us. In G O D I trust. It's printed all on the money. If that's the root of all evil. I guess we all got it coming. I want my karma in hunnets. I gave more than a lil. The cost of living so high. My people dying to live. I spit the truth when I rap. No wonder I never made it. The system was setup to keep my people uneducated. They talk bout equality but they limit the quainties. so we spend on the quality just to cope with the poverty. That's the power of money. But we got power in numbers. Put that power to use and we can all make a come up. I want my Karma in bundles. 40 aches and a whip. When Dr. King had a dream, who thought he'd wake up to this? I swear it's making me sick. The entertainment is damaged. Cuz when an artist is broken they find them harder to manage. Tho they free in the mind. They still confined to a booth. Instead of living a lie. You should be seeking the truth. I still'll take the joy with the rain. The sun with the pain. And mix it all together in the stormiest weather. Cuz it’s whatever. The feeling’s better.