I was stuck, no I couldn't move up Give a fuck, I'm a nice guy, heart bruised up Light skin youth same complexion bruiser My life grew, that's right I grew up Try truth, don't try amuse us What would I be if I ain't have music? Just let it be, can't entertain the bruises I gotta heal 'cause I was squealin' too much Poppa feel too real, true love I'm up front, the back line move up Catch me offsides, sometimes you gotta choose up On the street light stepping through the mud Couldn't settle, it was never what it was Time lost for the pain on my cousin Shine on me, lens get focused Snap shots of the block I would grow on Front lawn grass hopping like a locust 12th street til the day that I croak Malamutes pull, got the reins in my palms When it rain put my faith in Ifá Taking it far, got the face of a god No face gon' alarm me Bitter taste don't alarm me Used to it on the farm scene Back then I was in them Phat Farm jeans Baby Phat we was speaking over sun cheeks Rose red, light skin but the truth speaks My heart gon' sing whenever it get the chance Try love measuring better things within grasps In the back of the cab we crash In the back, we crash