Letras
Time keeps ticking
The world keeps burning
My clique stay winning
The world keeps turning
My eyesight blurry
My inner vision clear, though
Feeling like a hero but the villain's not a clear foe
Maybe it was me who needs to change some things
Money and the glory and the power that the paper brings
Maybe there was more to being King than just creative schemes
Music, money, meditation; these are just my favourite things
If I could remember all the reasons why I started this
Pocket full of seeds but can't remember where the garden is
But soon as I find it best believe that I'll be raising trees
Cut one down to make a bat out of it for the major leagues
Representing G and D, there's dozen 'ho does the mafia
Also known as saviors or the children
Yeah, there's a lot of 'em
Somewhere in the middle, lot of madness you far brought (Ah)
But you tryin' play me on this string even 'f I'm the wrong guy
Catch me wary
All black when their night shift
Heads up where they might glyph
Priceless, but my mind shift
I got flipped open and light switch
Dig deeper, we built Ethel
Like dog tails and their grim reaper
But I'm bringing my approval to life
Open the bottom and wave from the height Just cuz they're talkin' dont mean that they're right
Just cuz they're walkin' dont mean they're alive
Look how we got 'em and look how we're getting 'em
Pray for the children, I'm sparing my breath on 'em
Started behind now we're runnin' ahead of 'em No competition, no way they could measure it I will be ballin' and rippin' and flippin' and stackin' it
Givin' away like nobody else ever did
Play me on this string even 'f I'm the wrong guy
Catch me wary
Play me on this string even 'f I'm the wrong guy
Catch me wary
All decision, my karma listens
See communist and I'm not resistant
I've talked to victims, I've walked their distance
I killed the light in my thought to resist