Gold Box

There's a fine line between love and hate
Who's really real, and who's really fake
Been stressed alot, got paid for it
But the taxes came, and took all of it
It's a difficult system, doesn't work for me
But I work it, that's hurting me
Get paid alot, just to take a bit
And the white man get paid off of all of it
So when it all falls down, or when it breaks down
The way it flows apart on the surface just makes me smile
Take the pain away, or take me away
Once I open the box, I got shit to say
Let my mind run free, what's meant for me
They say slavery is just history
What's meant for me, really I don't know
I just lay back and look up while I stare at smoke thinking

I'm so high I think I can do anything
There's so much to life that I cant even see

Beyond wild imaginations, Avatars racing in the sky on Pandora
I was watching Dora as she tried to escape, Swiper no swiping like what could he take
I was eating some grapes, but it tasted like apples
Twenty seconds later, gulped a bottle of Snapple
Let me drink some more water, visions of my daughter
Thats an unborn kid, man what is this shit?
Get lifted like John, that was 2003
I was ten years old, I could barely breathe
Didn't even know life, I barely know the shit now
I just talk about like I know what everything is about
Just dunked on Shaq, mans not hot with 32 on his back
If we talking 34, dont talk 8
Kobe dropping 60 like how ya'll relate?

I'm so high I think I can do anything
There's so much to life that I cant even see

Once I'm gone I think I will float away
There's so much about this world I cant even say