[Intro:] They say everything you go through in life makes life worth living But if the world should end tomorrow... I often think about that sometimes
History's a mystery and lies were sold Positive reality, luxury homes Bentley, Ferrari, Jaguar, Rolls Royce's, racism, royalty, gold Conflict diamonds, the world
(feat. Evidence) [Verse 1: Fashawn] Cen Cal terrain, soak up game Where graff writers bomb trains And poets is smoked out with dope in they veins Need
(feat. J. Mitchell) [Verse 1: Fashawn] Remember, livin' in a trailer Cookin' dinner out a Crockpot or we would microwave it Basic, television same seven
[Verse 1:] Her name was Lupita, I met her at school Real sophisticated, kind of preppy, but cool I wrote her a poem, it captured her heart It put me
When she called I had a knife to my wrist Feelin like life ain't make sense See I just quit my job Sick of flippin burgers, and livin in my aunts garage
Underage girls having seeds at the age of seventeen Baby daddies signing up for the marines Black streets filled with crack and pipe dreams Fuck peace
(Why) Uh... Yeah... (And I ask my self Why, Why? I can't understand Why?) [?] nigga wake up naw mean. Wonder why we do the shit we do... naw mean, it
[Verse 1:] I wake up in the mornin' with a appetite For money, gotta make sure that he right Best weed keep me higher then a satellite Where I'm from
(feat. Aloe Blacc) [Verse 1: Fashawn] When I was young, I figured if I became a star Maybe they wouldn't seem as far Maybe I wouldn't dream as hard
