AnybodyHome?

Yeah I'm present in the flesh but my mind absent All stuck on the future; all the time passed up Seems like faster and faster Harder and harder catchin up wit bad habits but I'll still capture wht I'm after As I readily look forward to next chapters Through my collection of glasses I've focused to develop from my negatives like photographs A phoenix from the ashes Out; feignin like a addict For my dreams; I'm still up & at it Never sleep like Manhattan To broadcast long as John Madden This not for practice; I play for keeps Stick wit heat like a box of matches They rather stick me wit 3 strikes locked up batshit Fightin life like Ali no boxing matches When I'm juss tryna find where mo cash is Cause shit granted I'm a baller; first draft pick F*ck who I ain't make-believe I'm magic Givin ya somethin from nothin but under my hat trick Top of the head; so get off my sack 'less you the one on my mattress Got mad hoes to relax wit Succulent on my cactus cause a prick doin numbers like calculus I gotta testify Judge Mathis A nigga juss 2 much plus 3 steps farther than bastards who plan to subtract us First lesson in class is; you can't juss attack us Or even contact us wit no kind of tactics All tht shit's left behind like the rapture R. gettin right wit God; like wht I rapped ya Now back it up till it stick like acupuncture you gone need you mo back up to pack a punch so pack it up Move it befo I Iose it; I ain't actin tough; I back it up Check the track record You ain't catchin up pass second Runnin shit; leave yo ass sweatin; half-steppin Save tht back and forth racket for badminton I'm one bad nigga; flo patent-pending 5-0 want me apprehended; how I kill it And keep a grip like Popeye's; you know it's spinach over chickens