I had friends in high places tryin to keep me low
Mad friends in low places trying to keep my high
Some say, I came at erybody sideways
I let the days turn to nights and stayed livin my life
Through gripes and complaints- heat stained rain evaporates
The path I walk is kind of righteous, I bumped into a saint
Who was way more weary, clearly aint no rest for a soul
With a lot on its mind and no real place to go
I let go of my ego, people, and steelo the same day
I took off all of my cool and put on my game face
Even if you win the rat race you’re still a rat
I might whisper in your ear, but still want you to holla black
Matter fact; go head keep the contact minimal
Real aint really real- all this communications subliminal
I might lend you an ear, then defend what I didn’t do
I tend to pick up a pen and try to script you a visual
I figured, some one would want to take it too literal
While I listen intently, but pretend I’m not hearing you.
Yeah, it’s a miracle I’ve made it this far
Still poly-ing with that saint, forcing smiles discussing our scars
More were gained by love than any war could ever get me
Trouble bubbles to the surface thoughts are just worth pennies
I got a nickel and a dime, thinking bout getting a quarter
All of it is worthless, while standing thirsty in the presence of holy water
Know what I mean???
conch love
