The Last of Us (feat. Quelle Chris)

A rose arose from a pair of concrete Timbs
Wreaking pens since he was slim as a wire's thin
Knuckleheaded, more wild thoughts than Reddit bots
Popping caps and slanging slop for sandwich spots
Young dumb adults trying to get rich off written thoughts
Beats knocked plus the topics were hot like gear for goths
Dreams of taking off like major Tom, raging often
By the grace of God how many times the God done grazed the coffin
I got a way of gettin lost in the commotion of it all in my head space
But change is like a ticking bomb
The jig was up when the jig went up in flames
The rhythm switched up like it was doin' the Elaine
Strange timing, but the pressure lead to caged diamonds
The mane stay part Terrence Howard and part lion
Break it or tighten up the chain like dogs fighting
What once was way to more exiting, I'm more enlightened

Wish I could go back to being a pup, all we seen is up
New scenes bubble and bust, all we need is
No limbs crossed behind backs, all we ask is trust
Dying breed sea to sea, the last of us

Jumping fences was a part of my olympics
Bunch of nitwits quick to get twisted off a 'em speak
Compact Discs fit 20 WMDs
Had George W. Bush tryin' crumble the sun's steez
At ease in chaos from Sandhya to Sandhya
Hit the crossover like A.I
Pockets shaped like CeeLo on the d-low
Life a movie, the whole Gang Starr's like Preemo
Niggas evolve, it's all goodie like T-Mo
Blowing better tree, eating charcuterie with Pinot
Within the interims, I click the pen and begin
To script a gem, as a means to an end
The rabbit hole, only goes so low
You bound to end up back where you begin (and then, and then)
It's hard to see the peak from when I am, but still I'm climbing

Wish I could go back to being a pup, all we seen is up
New scenes bubble and bust, all we need is
No limbs crossed behind backs, all we ask is trust
Dying breed sea to sea, the last of us