That Pt. 2

I remember he told me... calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down

Ya, God forgets my soul when I'm doing bad

the pain I'm feelin when living life too fast

so calm down were the words that I heard last

my ear drums are still numb from the first blast

I couldn't turn back past the grave into my head for the dead

putting ash in graves

and I smoke with the spirit so feel me rise

over the clouds for now up until we die, it's like that

I set off through the star spangled

looking for a light to guide me to an angel

gotta be smart and hide behind all the answers

when everythings dark my heart is full of anger

I rather be a bull for a day than a goat forever

my life is a joke so whatever

man prime time reason and rhyme, you know the rhyme be the reason

sling shots and Chuck Taylors, it's the season

there is no state of the art or no special effects

it's just money, politics, and these projects

can you imagine yo a playboy thats kickin it live

but in his own damn mind yo hes doin time

now thats deeper than the craters on the moon

crushin up weed in the back dressing room

I hate to be greedy but I love to be greedy

hope the little guy love me but dont be me

I do it like a gene, blaze in a beenie

life time contract and no you cant free me, Queezy

ya we live and die it's all for the cash flow

dont give replies, I'm high and we act cold

i dont know why I couldnt explain

lost focus of the love in the innocent way, live for the day

hey I'ma escape to the music, to try to make up for all the wrong that I'm doin

I swear I know better, but so far gone

and no gaurd hear the cry out in every song

it's upon everybody through moods of stars

rise and fall im there with my open arms

man it's such a rush that I get when the money is spent, and all the dope is lit,

man this is how I repent, I keep a devils eye on tigas that spit the gift

and is it true in the after; like the souls adrift?

thats kamakazi logic, man the ghetto is the topic

you trying to cop it, you gotta sell it then you drop it

it's like its hot cause if its not then the plot starts to thicken

I'm sorry but moneys a religion, fly like a pigeon

man whats your decision? the homies is waiting in the Fillmoe division

rap life living, fast cars driven, it's something like prison

but this is how we listen, listen

go ahead and bounce homie... get up outta here... get up outta here... it's like that... it's like that...

it's like that... it's like that...