yo where are you? brooo dawg where you at man? where the fuck are you? fuck…. Sun come up actin funny... Sun come up actin funny... Sun come up actin funny... Sun come up actin funny, smile feel rented not owned, and I’m askin shit like where my better self dip to when the pressure callin on the phone, when the static get loud and my thoughts start roamin like loose dogs in an alley lookin for that bone chewin, chillin in some caged ruins, sometime man i run in circles call it movement, bitch but look i still pull that steel back till you brains be ooze'n, callin your name through through the dirt, they wont hear you there, squirt... (boh boh boh)... cuz some days I wake up hollow as a busted drum, chest echo when I breathe, maybe smoke a toke of these to help me put my mind at ease, you tryna judge bitch please... (mutha fucka)... these shoes pretty big huh? my guess is ten minutes and you bitch ass be on your knees like oh please oh please oh please.... fuck off dickhead... cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions... cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions like you think they learn they lesson? put another in they chest and leave them bleedin' on the deck uh? Fuckyou uppah mutha fucka turn yo blood to fizzy cola feed it to yo moms stone sober like take a sip this will help you get over... the loss of your son bitch he thought he the one bitch i cut out his tongue bitch the fuck you runnin from... bitch.... anywayyy mang look im tryna remember when my spine stood straighter than my doubt, tryna remember when I ain’t second-guess my stout, hol up hol up hol up... who these bitches takin shots at me for clout? do i care? Pressin mutha fuckin X for doubt. Like you think you tall now? Like you got pair of balls now? sit yo dumb ass back down with that frown, you live in loser city now... Bitch we better not hear a sound... Oh yeah and before i forget, eat the mutha fuckin rich.... cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions... cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions...cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions like you think they learn they lesson? put another in they chest and leave them bleedin' on the deck uh? Fuckyou uppah mutha fucka turn yo blood to fizzy cola feed it to yo moms stone sober like take a sip this will help you get over... the loss of your son bitch he thought he the one bitch i cut out his tongue bitch the fuck you runnin from... bitch.... loopin in my head like a warped cassette, cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions, wonderin if pressure ever teach patience or just test it, cuz I’m still here, still steppin, still askin the dark questions like you think they ever learn they lesson or they just memorize the lie and call it progression, I ain’t talkin bodies I’m talkin burdens, chest full of bricks I keep breathin through, leave the ego bleedin on the deck of my conscience till it dries into truth, kill the old habits not a soul, muzzle the rage turn it into fuel, fizz in my veins like soda pop stress but I don’t spill it on nobody, I swallow it slow and keep movin, stone sober on growth, sip discipline till the ache get quieter, grief knockin like a neighbor at dawn but I don’t answer with violence I answer with mileage, tongue tied thoughts get cut into poems instead of venom, I ain’t runnin from nothin but comfort, I chase the version of me that don’t flinch when the world talk slick, I put fear in timeout, tell doubt go sit, keep my hands clean and my will dirty with work, let the grind bruise me into wisdom, every loss turn tuition, every insult just static I tune past it, still here, still steppin, heartbeat drumline in the ribs, shoes scuffed from tomorrow hunts, I turn hate into compost and grow patience out the rot, askin the dark questions till the dark start answerin back in echoes of calm, yeah I’m still here, still steppin, not breakin, not beggin, just buildin, keepin it movin till the mirror nod back like say less, you learned somethin.... Oh yeah and before i forget, eat the mutha fuckin rich....
