Staten Island Dreaming

This is what it's come to, we've made it to the end of the race
I see the checkered flag wave in front of my face
The time is now, our time has come.
We survived through the trials combined as one
They can't say the same for themselves
These slackers still asking for help?
That's impractical, I laugh to myself
Leave me alone, don't make me yell
You haven't listened to a single word we've said
What you want us to tell you?

I could see scenes in the future divinely inspired
Vibrations supplied while I'm producing
Providing vivid illusions
Used to it, happens so often
I try to find the off switch for it. Try to ignore it
I'm dragged back. Daily practice, calculated tactics
No exaggeration. who mastered mathematics?
Took a vacation, back to take action
Waiting to reclaim my art's been held captive
The measured precision, aligned with heavenly vision
I mean in general, ain't nothing specific
What are they kidding? Try telling me the flow ain't terrific
Sons of bitches share traits with the son of perdition
They breathing but ain't living
Alive, but ain't thinking
Strive day to day to maintain the same rhythm
Then lie every day to uphold the same gimmick
Bullshitting, and that's what they teach to the children
Huh? Hurts a lot to think of how wicked they are
How we never had a chance from the start
Alas, we've come far alive but scarred
Survived the dark times off courage and heart

The glass shatters, reality's fabric tears apart
I can see clearly now, things are not as I thought
Cried out towards God, please help us oh Lord
Maybe that'll do the job, but I heard no response
First I got scared, and then I got annoyed
Next I was depressed, no answer when I called
How we've been through it all
I don't know where you are
Either lost in the dark or must be too far
Decided that, I gotta go find my way back
Got a long road ahead of me again, how about that?
With no guide to show me the path, and no map
Who's a friend, who's an enemy everything is a trap
Now hold on for a sec, think I gotta relax
Had a long day, I'll sit down, count some of my stacks
Till they thinking I'm down and out, and that's when I'll attack
Caught a second wind, second time I had to bounce back
Like Mike wearing 45 back on the grind
Hear the whispers, he can't last, he passed his prime
I keep a straight face, while I laugh inside
Now watch me win three in a row one more time. What up