[Intro] Yeah Yeah, yeah Room cold, screen bright Four a.m., still no reply Mama called twice, I let it ring Rent due Friday, I need this thing [Pre-Hook] Cap and gown in a shoebox by the bed Thought that paper meant a road ahead Now the sink full, fridge light, overdue stress If this don't hit, then I'm down to my last When the drums come in, I can't fold Whole block sleep, but my eyes still open Gold dream cracked, now the truth feel cold If this don't pop, I can't go back home When the bassline shake, I feel that rush All this weight on me, I don't say much She packed her clothes, left dust on the rug Now it's me, this mic, and a prayer for luck I done seen it killed to many people (I done seen it killed to many people) Shoot 'em down for everything they got You can tell 'em that I'm comin' (Somebody tell the world that I'm comin') (Somebody tell the world that I'm comin') And you can tell 'em that I'm– (tell 'em that I'm comin') [Verse] Landed, feelin' banded, had to come back from the way I was stranded Nostalgia set in, and the guilt expanded Pockets empty and a big bag full of chips, yeah, you know, the standard Was feelin' like a warrior of love, then they showed me the gun and I handed All of my dreams in Took me a couple years to get back on my feet, I mean, imagine Some are in too deep, others born into madness The place I'm from, you don't need many guesses Was where the women had a fine line between being beautiful and being precious Nowhere in between Boys and men only two types, either arrogant or menacing The ones who wanted the best for themselves or the best for their enemies And now I'm back in that city, found myself among the scum And my guilt had doubled and my pride was gone At the mercy of an angel who'd helped me get back on my feet She saw me at my worst, still had me back for tea One time for the bad bitches Three times for the real women If you get what you give, I want a million of them To my brothers who made it out, tell 'em I need assistance And bring a whole bag of money when you're payin' me a visit She asked me why I was here and how I'd gotten so poor I said, "The desert's hard, and it ain't always pure And the people you meet there sometimes you shouldn't trust 'Cause a smile don't mean nothin' if the eyes are covered in dust" "Enough about me, how's the life of a queen?" She said, "Not much different from the life of a king The boys still take from the poor to give to the poor And my love life is down there with yours But I'm a woman, we stay, we nurture The men run away with the bread, but we bake it better And if you had any sense, you'd stop usin' words and put them to action 'Cause you used to be a man of the people and you still have the passion The revolution never sleeps, and you're still a believer Wake up, you dreamer.
