Thought Process

Let me get a chop at this lumber niggas

From da down underground are hangin' around the A-Town

Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5

Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive

Not greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when I do

Nobody from my crew will I forget

And if I start to get large and come up on some change

I won't change, everybody know they down

It's not the same, everyday life can be different

These laws got me ready to ball

'Cause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillows

To make 'em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streets

Sometimes I wish I never had been apart of this mess

'Cause the system got us fucked up

It put us to the test, women and men if you black you in

Food for the soul listen to what I tell you it don't matter

Young or old it's time we loc' up and do like we suppose

We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes

We're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to go

So how you feel?

Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I don't know myself I be too numb

To feel something sometimes, so I dig deep, get in the Cherokee

Let my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit

Off my mind, that's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes

It keeps me from snappin', keeps me calm, keeps my mind open

Keeps me firm of what I gots to do off in the studio

To get my old burd back on her feet

And my little bro' in Statesboro and my little cuz Mark Twain, all my

Folks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goin'

Through one of our episodes, only God knows, what I go through

So I get down on my knees, sometimes I come home

Too high to pray, but I get on my bed lay on my back and meditate

Anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls, it's like cell therapy

I got nothing to do but write about my L I F E, put it down on paper

So what you feel?

I live for today, mother fuck another hour, it might be sour

Never know my day, so I'm prayin' in the shower

Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad

I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood

It's people killin' in da street to eat surviving the day

Is the only goat that I set just to make it home, I'm not alone

Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong

My head felt swoll, mist couldn't see past my mouth

What route did you take man caught me by that loops of my pants

Got me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me by

No questions I said nothing lookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'

Tha law naw, man Gipp show him my shit close my mouth then I dip

See to me G is a person who understand tha plan

Can't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha man

They got some new suites down Peachtree

Left wing for tha Feds, right wing for tha hard heads

Makin' more deals than Buddy Folks made with Harts field

Somebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shits slick

Got me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chest

Under the order of who? Guess who ain't non-iller than miller

Wanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha past

'Cause ain't no future wanna milliamp your case

Disgrace your face, make it seem to be safe ain't no place to run

Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gonna eat

'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street

Shit, you might see a nigga on TV but hell it's almost like

I'm rappin' for free that little money be gone, got dammit, I'm grown

Gotta help keep the heat and lights on

It would be nice to have mo' but I kinda like being po'

At least I know what my friends here fo'

I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't

I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't

It's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or not

That's why we got nigga's killing, feelin like they coming up

Off a little dope they sold you can get some gold

But we won't make it as a whole 'cause without you there'd be no me

And without no unity there will never be any happiness

You could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stress

God bless my thought process

The thought process

Now, now as an Outkast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm

That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done

Sent me through a lot of ups and down like it ain't nothing'

Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons

I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one

They said it skipped from 12 to 14

Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M.

Thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas

We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers

And only prayers is the tightest game that you can have

The devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glass

But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside

Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play right

Huh, the only thang we feared was Williams, Wayne

Never though about hittin' licks or slangin' caine

Didn't think I'd be the one to give in to abortion

Label me murder because my ass is scorchin'

Hot from the Glock that sits under my seat

Yeah, it's real fucked up that my folks come to get me

And it's like dat, yeah, and it's like dem