Cards I'm Dealt

All I really need's some weed a pencil and a beat b I'll be feeling like the building ain't been built to keep me Ceiling still beneath me Walking on the zodiac Sent my soul solar and it's older when they throw it back So tell Antares that I'm sorry I kept thinking That I could try to hide an essence or quantity a meaning I'm back to being my old self A luxury worth repeating On the hunt to find an X Where the leadership was sinking And I'll take that wreckage and rebuild it with percussion Set fire to the blueprints and throw out my instructions And oversee construction with more focus set on substance Don't so it for the public so don't care if they don't love it No budging It's nothin They don't like it homie F*ck em Another drop in the bucket blood sweat and tears til it's flooded I'm fine with the repercussions that come with that kind of comfort Quite confident in my consciousness Common sense has me covered Pad and a pencil with the right instrumental And I'm fine with any cards I'm dealt I remember in the past If anybody ever asked I thought I could do it all myself But somewhere along the way I was staring down a grave And realized that we all need help So now spend my days keeping family first And music over everything else Every second on my watch 20-20 on the build But if a price is on the clock Then I might have some time to kill Still just give me a minute To consult with my convictions And decide if my attention will be all that cost efficient Cause I don't bother much with patience (patients) Like a doctor on vacation Once I know my time is wasted I avoid participation And that's just part of the artistry I've been hard at work harvesting And I'm sorry do pardon me I'm just in it wholeheartedly In my head there's a harmony Like I'm inside of Carnegie Look what karma imparted me I can't just do it partially Just a part of me Hardly It's my heart and my arteries Guard and armory I see no use in arguing So to help me not lose sleep I Bruce Lee loose leaf An everyday routine on a Smoke produced beat There's heaven in my weapons Imperfection improving Introspection every second Nothing left to confuse me so Pad and a pencil with the right instrumental And I'm fine with any cards I'm dealt I remember in the past If anybody ever asked I thought I could do it all myself But somewhere along the way I was staring down a grave And realized that we all need help So now spend my days keeping family first And music over everything else I could never explain how I feel bout my name Or the deity that DNA left in my veins Any praises you gave me that I felt like saving I would place on the plates of the people that made me That's living breathing or beyond being Could feed off it eons and keep on eating See we are what we starve who we seat to feast when The nourishment service is only food for the thinking So please don't bother to follow if you can't chew for digestion You'll find no space in the spectrum if you shun sharpening weapons My heart is impressive a martyr I hardened and carved an edge in A parcel that's part an artist and part to impart a message A legend awaiting waking My ace is a fallen omen My opus a prayer to God and I guard it without condolence My toll is an old indulgence my soul isn't sold to pay Integrity's pretty simple when you can do what you say Pad and a pencil with the right instrumental And I'm fine with any cards I'm dealt I remember in the past If anybody ever asked I thought I could do it all myself But somewhere along the way I was staring down a grave And realized that we all need help So now spend my days keeping family first And music over everything else