Almost on my 24th rotate ‘round the Sun,
Thought I’d write down the messages I got for everyone,
Show ya what I’ve seen and been taught,
Can’t flop or face the faces of a displeased lot,

Knees weak, arms spaghetti, heavy stress ya got,
Never stop cause the cash gotta get caught,
Live big, talk realer, smoke reefer, always got a plot,
They say my mind on rot, I say my mind’s on top,

The clock tick and it tocks, it’s the eleventh hour, time to rock,
Locked and loaded, cock back and pull it, bullet then shock,
You got years to do it, but holy shit they come quick,
Like premature ejaculate, get yours before the bitch snitches,

Lost in stupid hip-hop metaphors, what am I sayin?
I’m the biggest whore, but got out the sewers without a herpes sore,
Doin’ burpees preppin’ for tour, sippin’ slurpees when it’s ov-er,
To you life’s a bore, to me it’s a chance to make a score,

Almost two-four,
Almost a quart’ of a C,
Shoulda been born in the sea,
Move like nothin’ fucks with me,
Grasp all that I need,
Herb is all that I breathe,
Skrrrt the Po-C,
Almost free,

They say logic’s the object, I say keep love closer in your optic,
Mob shit, lips sealed, classified it, higher class type tokin’ piff,
Always jokin’ in my clique, can’t always be serious,
Tight asses never make it, remain freeform if you wanna succeed,

Never slip unless the scenario requires me bein’ slick,
Move like the lips and tongue of cougar who craves dick
And sucks ya like a Hoover with no off switch,
Boss since the night shift, up smokin’ spliffs on the slave ships,

They had us, we fought back and,
Like a mad man yanno I take it to the max,
But lets get back on task, let’s get down to brass tacks,
I’m a mack of the motion, spittin’ like I got the potion,

And the antidote, every bar a picture-perfect quote,
Had it since back when I had girls next door ridin’ on my pegs,
Mongoose legend, in the small town, but never liked my reverend,
Anti like Occupy, runnin’ ‘till I get my pockets lined, (that’s by design…)

Almost two-four,
Almost a quart’ of a C,
Shoulda been born in the sea,
Move like nothin’ fucks with me,
Grasp all that I need,
Herb is all that I breathe,
Skrrrt the Po-C,
Almost free,

Months move by in moments, so capture ‘em,
Bask in scenes where even your dreams weren’t as serene,
I mean find those places where your consciousness can get clean,
Bathe in sunlight beams and know nightmares can be unseen,

Only thing I hate is hate, save anger for evil,
Only thing I love is love, only need other people,
Can’t take those materials with ya, or that steeple,
Just know you’re in it on your own, this journey is lethal,

But we all need you, and they all need that too,
The balance is a challenge, but in time it’ll reveal what’s true,
Like how I know I need to do better, I bet I’ve been worse than you,
And I’m ashamed of that shit, it’s something no one needs to go through,

What’s worse is I’ve seen darker than I ever do on the daily,
Girls pushing pills and fire on a Facebook status,
Got a baby on the way and Mama needs a new mattress,
Daddy usin’ her for boxin practice, the match up is tragic,

No mashups, and the make-up don’t help,
You can’t mask it up, and the jig is up,
Mask up and feel the jury get called up,
Bury lies in the backyard for prosecutors to dig up,
Almost two-four, almost a quart’ of a C,
Shoulda been born in the sea, move like nothin’ fucks with me,
Grasp all that I need, herb is all that I breathe,
Skrrrt the Po-C, almost free,