I grew up, and grew out
But somehow, I still feel like half a man
I feel like
I never followed thru on any long term plans
Only twice in my life
Can I remember walkin in the sand
Holdin hands
Once with your mom
Once w your grams

I dream in memories
Future, present, past
I can’t remember em
And I can’t make em last

So every wake up is a shake up
If you got no foundation
It all ends up lookin like clown make up

Enough with bread already til I get my cake up
Too much on my plate; all the space is getting taked up



La la la la
Wait til I get my money right
Wish away the rain
Sing a song for the sunny times

Bunny rhymes
Hoppin high
Subject to subject

Judging everything I do, your honor I object

It’s all subtext
And lose implications


Where you live?
Who you know?
What’s your affiliation?

That’s the translation for
YO! What you be about?

Nothin I’m just kickin it, right there that is my Tio’s house
Might get you outta trouble
If your Primos don’t play
Or that might leave you seein double after catching a fade

My uncle had to fix my haircut
One time
My momma bungled it
You could never guess her name it’s unusual like a Rumplestilt

Damn it all to hell
Bite your tongue
Hide your anger

Make new friends
Accept some candy from a stranger

I’m running with some scissors
Chasin down a stack of paper
Tryin to cut it up in California like the Lakers

I'm movin more than a shaker
Groovin like a record player

A dog and a phonograph
What an iconic photograph

I remember that image from back in the day
I been smiling at infants since 7 or 8

Cause I’m ahead of my years
My peers could never run with me
Warmed the bench all winter but won the neighborhood summer league

Coaches never recognized my endless potential
My upside was bigger than a Lincoln Continental
My downside was smaller than economy rental

My tempers temperamental
My output is incremental

I ain’t never drove a Bentley
Never rode in the back
I ain’t never killed nobody
Never sold any cracks


But I have flew around the world and rocked the stage with my raps
And really can’t nobody tell me nothin bout that

I never drove in a Bentley
Never rode in the back
I ain’t never killed nobody
Never sold any cracks

But I fly around the world rock any stage with my raps
I’m sayin what the fuck you got to say about that baby