Yo, I'm used to.. cold to the right, hot to the left,

Turn them on, let the warm water run on my chest

and wash away the stress.

I swear to my mama she die a happy woman on my very last breath.

Lookin back, reminisin'- how many have left us

OGs who used to squeeze with the best touch.

Hold they chrome, and hold they own. It's messed up,

Now a nigga livin' through his ancestas.

Saukrates - 23, turnin' like 45 in a year,

I'm cravin' for the days when I'm out in the clear...

you know, livin'.

I might, sacrifice my life but I won't give in.

Until we spokes has bin in, and my home is chilled out,

and ain't dealin with no less than half a million.

In a crib on some acres, and half these children.

Livin' the life they deserve and just fake realism.

I hit you with the wisom, you ain't with it

then kiss 'em -- THE NUTS.

If you dissin, watch me from a distance.

I'ma hit you with the words that'll make your soul vibrate.

The things that we contemplate, when we comin up...

Keep this rap shit tight **AIGHT**.





Imagine the day that's black forever,

waitin' for the sun to come up.

As hard as you try, it's a lie

you can't change the weather.

Maybe I should stop giving a fuck.

*Plus* You bin tellin me that life goes on,

but as this rap star trek belongs.

You start wonderin' what else could go wrong..

*All you can do is sing your song* in the pockets nigga.



Nigga life time journey to the me, these endless questions,

they play my dome-piece.. like:

What am I do with all the groupies that I meet?

Will I turn the other cheek,

or do I turn the other cheek?

Please freak, you gettin' touched by this

West