Outro

Yea
Jo on the beat
O yea

Tried to emulate the greats
Was tryna up the pace
Getting out the rat race
Get to it better not loose your place
Cause working nine to five is hard
When the boss a play your cards
And they don't want to hear your bars
They want beats yea they tryna sing along
But I'm trying hard
Not getting far
Can't waste time
At the bar
At the club
Tryna fuck
Get to it they ont want ya love
They just want the drugs
They just want the fame
They don't care about you
They don't need your name
They don't even know how far you came
They just see your life and they want the same
The want the fame
And the fancy chains
I a be a lie if I ain't want the same
The difference is I'm tryna use my mane
I'm tryna make it last
I'm tryna fill my brain
Cause your time a pass
And they a take the fame
And they a take it all and that worthless chain
But they can't take your brain
They can't take your name
I know who I am hope you can say the same
I know god hope you can say the same
Asked for peace he showed me the way
I'm a pacifist
I ain't in the gang
But I'm wit some people that a use them thangs
Before the calm you gotta feel the rain
Been depressed so I done felt the pain
So I know its light after the darkest days
You might not see it now but you gone find ya way

Aye
Yea I wanna thank y'all for sitting back with me, kick it relax.
This is Empirical: Discovery Through Experience. Yea. Hit the drums Jo



Credits
Writer(s): Jerome Mccray, Joseph Parrish
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