I hit the Spliff my mind race like a hundred meters Won’t know the truth about Christ if you asking Peter I know the truth hurts I ain’t asking either They ain’t kin to me they reference Tietta as Teeta A true leader would never let the tribe die A broken man just as deadly as a drive by Sometimes I cry as I ride by The homeless the train tracks is no place for a man Don’t understand where all that tax money goes I’ve done a thousand shows and it’s still pot holes in this road I feel em while i’m carrying this load I broke the mold, these stories was untold Ain’t no nigga kick it how I kick it Can I kick it? We had TV’s in the front yard not a picket Fence Somehow these dollars still don’t make sense I done looked at my account like this shit don’t make sense Both ways I’ve been broken up I’ve been well put together and broken up I could fill ten cups with this flow I spit Connoisseur of manure man I know my shit When you see my smile Let it remind you of my strength Valleys and peaks I tread Used to pray for more when we had less With everything I see will not be lost on me I read this African proverbs one time that was like Gold should be sold to the ones who know the value of it Huh yeah I gotta lock in If rap don’t work then it’s right back to the clock in Can’t fathom nine to five when I deserve to be in top tens My family question me like “Ain’t you signed to the ROC?” by now you supposed to have some diamonds? But all I got is black gold And since the watch these chains I’m finna ask those Can’t be another sad show The times where I was pissed we had shit Cause we was past poor So once I get the ball, I’m gon’ enjoy the shattered backbones Back home, I know it takes a village to raise Look how the system betrayed, youngins is killers with K’s But I don’t put scopes on what they deal with, use the spliffs as they sage Embrace a few, et the queue, I know there’s bishops to save My father preached to me like Reuben, be the difference and change But if you ever had to shoot, just be relentless with aim Raised by a single mother, who knew the statistics they claim That I’d be in prison, but these bars gon’ put that bitch in a shame Black gold I can’t ever take my foot up off the gas even if it means that I cannot see the path ahead They’d rather us dead instead but the cloth that I’m cut from is spread frugally A feast for the eyes are bellies to beast a dream in a pipe runs through me With black gold bursting at the seams. When you see my smile, let it remind you of my strength. Oh! Valleys and peaks I’ve trekked, used to pray for more when we had less. The very thing I seek will not be lost on me.