Tryna escape this bodega with no avail
The corner store committing robbery, ripping me off
Making this agave passionfruit for sale
Tried to fight it but to no avail
Chips here are probably stale
Yet I'm with it: I'm high and I'm hungry
I see a sign and it's hung above me
It says “What does your life entail? ”
Damn, my moms hasn't heard from me in a while
And my pops even longer
Need to speak to his daughter and see how she's doing
Scary world for a little melanin girl, it truly is
I need to call you, too; I know you missing me
Exit the store, cover my eyes, the sun's hitting me
But I have never seen the sky, so differently
Until the day that you died
Until the day that you died
Until the day that you
Yo
I do this 'til the day that I die
My nigga cringe when he hear fireworks in July
You ain't need to know why
I just hope he recover
His mother miss him and I miss him too
I hope he play this and he thinks
of all the things we been through
But if he doesn't, I wasn't the type
to stop him from getting money
My cousins is hungry; he hustling for their tummies
Is he wrong?
Dear God, is he wrong?
Son wanna be a reverend, pops clipped in 7 11
He asking his moms, "is Daddy gonna go to heaven? "
"Is he wrong?
Dear God, is he wrong? "
Yeah

One step at a time
Two-step at a time

Walking through the pressure
this life make me sharper than a knife
Money gettin' tight like depression: the cost of living life
And if inside it's safe, pay attention
or later pay the price
It's always mind over matter, my nigga; get it right
No, nothing that's worth it comes easy
I'm setting piss at my toes
But I can't follow the sequence
can't go the Yellow Brick Road
I thought I'd lost all the meaning
when Daddy passed off the hole
You know we rose from his semen
and built foundations with soul
Yeah, it's like that
You know they make it hard for us
I come from where they fight back
I got the spirit of the tough, I'm covered, keep me guided
I'm never blinded, 20 20 vision on my iris
Said we can't settle for less
And being solid don't mean "built for the test"
Just hold on to your integrity
got to breathe through the stress
Hm, or maybe sigh because we deep in the stretch
And placing bets on my guidance
this passion beat through my chest
Hm, word from the wise: the rain don't need breakin' sweat
That it supplies if you choose 'em right
ain't no need to digress
So pick a side, hah
What you decide on, yeah
When will you ride?
So can we ride?

Beloved
Paradise
Jazz