调：B minor
Verse 1
a world full of riches,
old black in the alley,
there's that same old bitch,
I got my pockets wide open
and I'm hoping for the next
moon to pop off,
I'm bout to hit the spot or a bar,
you smiley, you interact wily,
when you're hustling just shut up your
I'm all about to come up,
one up in a scheme,
a city full of tales, invisible dreams
Pails and buckets moving fast,
and the streets head through for sale
with a black bag on back
Real pimps show me how to mack,
age 11 feel the zag from a plastic sack
Too late to show me how to act,
high lack of being authority,
street survivors in my sorority
According to the books,
I'm an outlaw,
crooked to the mainstream,
my own American dream
I put the block on the map now,
I push the button on the console,
that's how I break the time down
I spit my scripture to the people like a preacher,
I paint my own picture
Mona Lisa, rocks in a row,
ruffled up my pieces,
I'm in a lab now, picking up the pieces
I'm in the lab now, pickin' up the pieces
I left the streets at night,
let me take a ride back
In the dark,
you won't ever have a smile back
Eye contact, every person in the past
I wasn't scared,
didn't go to church with the pastor
I wrapped ya, I ain't never turnin' back
I was only 15, first time I spoke proper
Black tall came around when
I was runnin'
I seen a dead feet in light,
ain't no freedom with a gun in his hand
A rubber band and a can in his other hand
I was too young to figure
out my own plan
Another stand and another light
Living this life,
knew one day I'd see red lights
the sidewalk's sleek,
the world cries
ready for the fight
Let a lone bitch say something to me tonight
I spit my scripture to the
people like a preacher
I paint my own picture
I spit my scripture to the
people like a preacher
I'm in the lab now picking up the pieces
Being broke in the world feeling riches
Mona Lisa painting my own picture
I see the skyline before the sunset
It's like a chalk line painted on
and counting through it
Watch your back like a backpack,
don't turn back
Unleash your faces to the sky
like a hanky sack
Being bad is bad,
but being good is in my books
If it means one day I get my daddy back
Half the squares in the world
couldn't handle it
I wiped the blood, sweat,
and tears off my canvas
I got some new paint, I paint around it
I built from my past,
that's how it stayed grounded
I paint the town with it
and keep it flowing from drowning
and crowns and shit
But my mom frat don't like the sound of it
I spit my scripture to the
people like a preacher
I paint my own picture, Mona Lisa
Rocks in the road roughin' up my pieces
I'm in the lab now pickin' up the pieces
people like a preacher
I'm in the lab now pickin' up the pieces
You
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