Journey

Tell Pops to sell the house
To get back on the feet

Flip the work twice
And then we going
Back on the street's

Aint no diamond's in dirt
Just a bunch of fucking bead's
Aint no chain in this game
Just bunch of fucking key's

Unless it has the cross
With Papa
And the gloss and the freeze

Not even turtle safe in the bucket
The face to the musket
Kingfish or big wish
Make a dream to go fuck it

In the mud I
I was dancing handsome
Time with some ransom

Breaking dimes with the devil
And making pies with a level

Servin feen's
Been merging cream
Like heavy puddle's of water
I'm swerving mean

From a dungeon
A wolf, lion, and goat shared
Their throat's snared

Told me a fucking genie
Would save me
I gained some hope man

But all they wanted
Was some fucking money
And my dope share's
Little honey and broke fare's

True story
No time for joke's
A wolf cry's
While alligator's choke
And lion's woke

But lie on it
And spy on it

Their light was not what it seemed
The rock was too sharp
The air was too clean

Then Mike had a few drop's
On the spot for the team
Then they woke up

Wished they never
Seen what they seen
Done what they did

Or jump for a nic
Or jump for some green
Wild on the scene
Pile of some bean's

And at the table
Sits My Brother
My Grandfather
My Grandmother

Sitting in the middle
Is Him God
And Great Mother

Sharing The Same Plate
A Great Feeling
You ain't love us

Mikey and Pookie A Saint
Too Sad
You aint Trust Us

The Tiger and The Dragon
Too fly for guys like Aladdin
Or guys in a wagon

Ask em
Where he get his rock at
No black diamond could stop that

Upon your knees
You pray to god
To save yo whole block back

Told him hold the pole
For deeper feel's
I think I might drop sack's

In deep is real when
Jeepers creeper's flip on the peal
Turn a snake into a rat
Then the dog gonna kill

Turn an eighth
Into a bat
And then it's all for the feel's

Feeling better now
The gucci, lui sweater foul
I'm better now

Coochie kill's
When it touch the soul
Feelin heavy now
The darkness upon the rose

Make it webby
Your arm's and ya leggie's
Ya far from whats ready
I'm sparking a fetti

It's dark like some block or some reggie
Cousin Mark got a chete
Uncle pac resting in LA
But his plot on a chevy

In this world you either
Selling or buying
When I curl its
Either metal or iron

Jumped off the porch
Since I came out the horse

And when I landed
I kept a face to the corpse
That I laid back in the day
I use to spray on the floor's

Used to play with the chalk
Drawing line's of bodie's
Cousin's and friend's
Fucking their wifey

And they mother and aunt's
I think they like me
For what was tucked
In my fucking pants

They tried to bite me
For some lunch
And some band's

Had a fatal fury with some twin's
That made a punch line
To any guy with a van
Who argue bout hand's
And argue bout stan's

But shorter the guy
The shorter the span
And the power in the fly
Only starts with The Man

We Pray for the land
I say this again

Ain't no diamond's in the dirt
Just a bunch of fucking key's
Aint no chain in this game
Just a bunch of fucking bead's

We on this Journey to Better Life
And better strive
Make your dues
Become a better guy

For your Mother
And your Sister
Your Father and
Your Brother

And Pray to The Man
And stay for The Man
It only takes a little bit of Belief
A little bit of Faith

Little bit of dedication
Little bit to clean your face
Little bit to stay for the vacation's

Love everyone man
Ain't no reason for no hate
Aint no reason