Good bad and the ugly
Hood grad will still study
Stood sad in a sudsy froth from rain up above me
But when hounded by stressing, find me counting my blessing
Good health, sound mind for now compound investment
Slow progress boasts more bags than drags of strong cess
God bless my nieces, young nephs
Blew my stack often, long term effect's napalm
Extra energy use now to stay calm
Thought every stray problem could be solved by a great song
But that's all in your hands like a face palm
Trunk got blown to the side when it caught wind
So branches grow wide to find sun they not in
Fresh starts for stressed hearts aren't some kinda hot trend
I know now why I mourn bad times brought to an end
All things coulda been, maybe come next
Or versions of them, in updated context
Arms too short to box with god, but I got daddy long legs
Step over traps in a single bound
If it's not new how can it bring me down?
Know thyself
It takes a while
I can control words
I can't fake a smile
I can strive for greatness, but we all need help
To arrive at basics, lead, sleep and eat well
Yes yes y'all, si
Assaloolee
Yessiree
Um yup, thumbs up
Me oui
Lotta whipper snappers look for father figures
At end of cigarettes and in bottles a liquor
Cuz the ones giving them game were driven insane
By living the same every day
Punching walls 'til fist hurts
But they think skipping complaining gives them power of wizards
Simple and plain powers come from listening to whispers
When I take a stab at breakin a habit
I push my limits, I'm both agent and lab rat
What's ingrained and what isn't depends on my prison, imagined or real
Bishop's power depends on position
Worth 3 in theory'll be 7 if free in the middle
Or none pinned in back row, unpack that
I'm not big on diplomacy unless you skip home with me
Flip out listening to records and rip poems to beats
But that don't mean I'm gonna look down on you
Just let me live and give sound to truth
Yes yes y'all, si
Assaloolee
Yessiree
Um yup, thumbs up
Me oui
Sometimes when I eff up, I feel like a heel
So I look up at sky and create from sheer will
Fierce skill to transmute
Fear and doubt to raw rhymes
Is cousin to inspiration but on-hand at all times
If I didn't get it here, I still got it there
Maybe both next time on a road to repair
If you weren't lonely you'd not make art to be loved
But hey there's worse habits of heart to speak of
Bottom line: stand tall, no matter what
Go getters fall all the time
Dust off busted butts and powder our nuts
And what do we say? What's that again?
Yes yes y'all, si
Assaloolee
Yessiree
Um yup, thumbs up
Me oui
Me oui