[Verse 1: IAME]
Some days I gotta get up and mash
No looking back, no relaxing
Just laps around the block like a track
Lost too much time slacking, high in fact
Gotta get my life back, but it's no easy task
I at least have a chance
(At least I think)
Think about the casualties that have passed in the Middle East
Or the streets where peace ain't triumph
Down the West Coast to Mexico, kids keep dying
Moving keys of that white for a piece of the pie
It's hot in Hell's kitchen, no Chef Ramsey
Just demands the meat will supply
Watch and pay attention, I can see you getting antsy
But sit still, thеre's a lot I'm tryna instill
Hot, but still green barley, Good Sir
I feed garlic to thesе Edwards
Got a list like George Carlin on why my head hurts
(I'll summarize)
I'm fed up with being fed dirt
And bottom feeding, but the freedom's made it all worth it
To sell my soul's not my sole purpose
The thought is tempting me though, money's so serpent
That's why its symbol is an S with a line
Put them together it makes a hissing sound
(Sssss)
Cause Satan designed the system we bound
Up the latter snakes climb, they keeping us down
[Hook]
There's fire in your drive
There's no more asking why
The answer's never been pretty
Yet the question is the worthiness of your list
It is, but is not all there is
[Verse 2]
Roll with the class clown, noted for Black humor
In other words, truth of the situation's due to
Diseased folks, my ease joke to breathe [?]
For seven dirty words embedded in my speech to teach folks
The underlyin' punchline of the joke's fine
Tied to the stage, so framed in the living box paid for
By the 33 who isn't me to remain obedient, simple, and expedient
A means to an end ingredient
Walk with the thirst, but avoid the greedy men
Food for thought
Two tenths ain't information to feed a brain
Watch, play, hungry for the way to win
Crumbs on the path I left, just to rest in peace
The whole pie was too much to eat
I'm still living with the gut feeling, wait for [?]
Wanna beat every critic with a face to feed
Now you can tell me, "Chill, it'll be okay"
But I'm okay, my observation of the day is not a death
I see life in the living
But sometimes I live and see life and live like I forgive 'em
And who am I, your God? Nah, you don't believe that
So I remain odd to a fault
Unless I got a pain to wear it on my chest
Only [?] pretend to be a tree to a desk
[Hook]
There's fire in your drive
There's no more asking why
The answer's never been pretty
Yet the question is the worthiness of your list
It is, but is not all there is
Is, but is not all there is
Is, but is not all there is
Is, but is not all there is
Is, but is not all there is
Some days I gotta get up and mash
No looking back, no relaxing
Just laps around the block like a track
Lost too much time slacking, high in fact
Gotta get my life back, but it's no easy task
I at least have a chance
(At least I think)
Think about the casualties that have passed in the Middle East
Or the streets where peace ain't triumph
Down the West Coast to Mexico, kids keep dying
Moving keys of that white for a piece of the pie
It's hot in Hell's kitchen, no Chef Ramsey
Just demands the meat will supply
Watch and pay attention, I can see you getting antsy
But sit still, thеre's a lot I'm tryna instill
Hot, but still green barley, Good Sir
I feed garlic to thesе Edwards
Got a list like George Carlin on why my head hurts
(I'll summarize)
I'm fed up with being fed dirt
And bottom feeding, but the freedom's made it all worth it
To sell my soul's not my sole purpose
The thought is tempting me though, money's so serpent
That's why its symbol is an S with a line
Put them together it makes a hissing sound
(Sssss)
Cause Satan designed the system we bound
Up the latter snakes climb, they keeping us down
[Hook]
There's fire in your drive
There's no more asking why
The answer's never been pretty
Yet the question is the worthiness of your list
It is, but is not all there is
[Verse 2]
Roll with the class clown, noted for Black humor
In other words, truth of the situation's due to
Diseased folks, my ease joke to breathe [?]
For seven dirty words embedded in my speech to teach folks
The underlyin' punchline of the joke's fine
Tied to the stage, so framed in the living box paid for
By the 33 who isn't me to remain obedient, simple, and expedient
A means to an end ingredient
Walk with the thirst, but avoid the greedy men
Food for thought
Two tenths ain't information to feed a brain
Watch, play, hungry for the way to win
Crumbs on the path I left, just to rest in peace
The whole pie was too much to eat
I'm still living with the gut feeling, wait for [?]
Wanna beat every critic with a face to feed
Now you can tell me, "Chill, it'll be okay"
But I'm okay, my observation of the day is not a death
I see life in the living
But sometimes I live and see life and live like I forgive 'em
And who am I, your God? Nah, you don't believe that
So I remain odd to a fault
Unless I got a pain to wear it on my chest
Only [?] pretend to be a tree to a desk
[Hook]
There's fire in your drive
There's no more asking why
The answer's never been pretty
Yet the question is the worthiness of your list
It is, but is not all there is
Is, but is not all there is
Is, but is not all there is
Is, but is not all there is
Is, but is not all there is
( IAMe )
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