I resolve a lack of leadership With writings on the wall cause I never really needed shit Factor in a tall glass of greed This is all I could ever do for y’all Barely breathing which is old news I ain’t one to be sold views Just gimme half a joint, cheap liquor and pro tools Then let me do the rest Fans from New York to Budapest There’s no rest when consumed with stress It’s a life sentence but I’m making it work When spite questions everything that you’re worth Understand that a games being played At your brains expense Tryna operate where pressure immense No need to complicate, yeah it’s been tense What a gift and a curse Playing back events With a melancholy thirst Eating a tamale outside of 61st woodside Where my past life pried for rebirth Hit the west coast for a quick visit I might pivot but it’s hard to leave This city breathes in a way that I can’t escape With all the red tape I still wanna see the skyline And yell from the roof that it’s my time I can see the truth Coming down the pipeline Take a close look Cover it in iodine Find your nothing but cells swimming in culture Never one to do what I’m supposed to Tryna go from Honda Civic living to a roadster Lead a good life with a little more closure Days spent trippin but it help me with clarity Peace is a rarity In a world of disparity Only good cause I care to be This a brush on an oil painting Or a chef plating Or a view that is breath taking Or a baby’s first steps Or insane thirst quenched Hating represents the polar opposite Nothing like when the deposit hit Truth be told I only want a bit Because the energy exchange Always remedies the pain And when you’re laid to rest All your memories remain