Текст песни
Searching for love
But it seems I'll never find it
Reminded
how I was blinded
By societies wicked mind trick
Cuz what's the point of having a mansion
When ain't no live inside it
What's the point of having a Bentley
When ain't nowhere to drive it
My thoughts collided
Like a star collision
Prisons making money off niggas
But yet that's our decision
Our religion
Is money and hoes
Just look at our condition
When your star has risen
Niggas shoot you down
And scar your vision
The type of love
where you ain't got to second guess
And you ain't never second best
Depressed ignored and left to stress
I mean. At times I felt all alone
In a world of clones
Radio songs
About nothing
My art just don't belong
Feeling out of place
Luxury apartment building out of space
The enemy is time
One day your calendar runs out of dates
The paranoid schizo
Who had to tip toe
Around my subject matter
Unless it was about a pistol
The saddest poet paints the best pictures
Sharing his pain
I'm a artist
I am not just a rapper wearing a chain
I am not your negro
Look at me tho
Wearing your name
About to get me a X
Dawg it's no limit
Look where we came
Sweet bird of youth
Aging like a deep word of truth
Swerved the coupe
Woke up out the dream
Soon as I heard the flute
Prince in his purple suit
Singing purple rain
Damn we are the aliens
Dawg Cuz earth is strange
Ten thousand words
Before the lecture starts
Many niggas left the earth