The Mind II - Casey Jones II

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Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh La-la-la, la-la, la-la-la Cruisin' through the borderlands, catch a vibe Fatherhood my hustle, nowadays I'm makin' music on the side I confide in the page, weed smoke fill the air, like Sage Thirty-two my age, I spot a couple grays Feel my blood pressure raise No longer are the days of my childhood My priority nowadays is making sure my wife and my child good Steppin' to me, I wish you would Lord of the Rings, my bling shine like Elijah Wood (Ah-ah-ah) Yeah, the lows be low, but the highs be good Beneath the sheets, like Elle Osili-Wood I pick up the mic, on my Gotti good Retired and came back, just like they thought he would (Uh-uh) Feel it and face 'em (Uh-uh) I'm tryna face it (Uh-uh), the rest is basic, uh (Uh-uh) Ayo, I want you to play this (Uh-uh), and vibe in the ride (Uh-uh) I'm finally happy with the man (Uh-uh), on the inside Full of pride (Uh-uh), full of fear Been a decade, but I'm here, seein' clear Different motivations No longer the people that's up in my ear (Ooh-ooh-ooh) I woke up early on my born day, like Nas, AZ in '94 (Ah-ah-ah) Three-hundred-sixty-five behind me now, plus one more My physical frame made it beyond what they said it would My debut album did better than Reddit said it would Made it out the trap, but I got my gat, yeah, that's a fact I'm runnin' it back, like "What's up?" From the cover of XXL to my moment of clarity (Ooh-ooh-ooh) As I excel at Madison Square, I swear The rap game will split your shit, like an affair Prepare for the worst And this business shit can get grimy, got 'em all behind me Come now, don't try me, 'cause I'm me, the God Study bitches, like I'm abroad This is Dad music, pick up the pen and know how to use it (Ah-ah-ah) Plenty responsibility and me know how to use it Appreciative for what I got, 'cause people could lose it Take these lyrics and use it (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Take the heart off my sleeve and transfuse it I'm bleedin' as you listen to what I'm readin' (Ooh-ooh-ooh) No longer needin' approval and feedin' into the vision of the public I'm above it, used to do it how they did it 'Cause I thought that's how you did it, now I do it, 'cause I love it I don't covet everything they got that I don't (Ooh-ooh-ooh) Let me out of the water Let me into your subject, babe Let me out, out of the water Let me into your subject, babe Get me out of this water Let me into your subject, babe Get me out of this water Let me into your subject, baby Stop tryna make it right Gotta get it nice and light Won't you take me for a ride? Take me into paradise Gotta keep our heads tonight Even if it makes a fight Take me into paradise Here I am in paradise

Cops shoot a nigga dead Bang bang But who's to blame Let's break it down before we choose a name On one hand you got the cops Or the opps Stay harassing niggas everytime they hit the block Fill us with the paranoia, family destroya Probably shooting niggas cuz we all kinda annoy ya Every cop ain't bad, but every mama sad When her son finally come home but in a body bag Wonder what he thought When he suddenly got shot Shoulda listened to the pops that was never there Never cared All he thinkin is that God is real And he hoping he can make it into heaven still Despite all of his crimes he was certain he had time RIP to the niggas that won't get too old RIP to the niggas that done they lost they soul He in his grave you suspended with pay woah Land of the free home of the brave This is all that I have to say Land of the free home of the brave This is all that I have to say Land of the free home of the brave This is all that I have to say Land of the free home of the brave This is all that I have to say Can I Live can I give everything that I got Can a young nigga be the one blowin up the spot Can I live one day as a king at the top Before You try to knock me off give a young man a shot Can I Live can I give everything that I got Can a young nigga be the one blowin up the spot Can I live one day as a king at the top Before You try to knock me off give a young man a shot Fox news throws shade at a grieving mother Say how you crying for your son when niggas kill eachother They got a point We kill our own misters Kill our own ma'ams Kill our own sisters Reload the clip and kill more niggas Digging more holes than the gold diggers Like the 49ers from Cali to the Carolinas We Kaepernickin and now Trump is trippin Zimmerman trigga man killa man dead Yeah my people riot cuz the lies we been fed Still a mother cries gotta look her in the eyes Tell her why her son died man it's black genocide Listen to my pride it's tellin me not to cry Listen to my pride it's tellin me not to die Listen to my pride it's tellin me not to hide Listen to my pride it's saying I gotta ride Blaow Can I Live can I give everything that I got Can a young nigga be the one blowin up the spot Can I live one day as a king at the top Before You try to knock me off give a young man a shot Can I Live can I give everything that I got Can a young nigga be the one blowin up the spot Can I live one day as a king at the top Before You try to knock me off give a young man a shot Land of the free home of the brave This is all that I have to say Land of the free home of the brave This is all that I have to say Land of the free home of the brave This is all that I have to Yeah This got me thinking of Martin Trayvon or Luther Either way a young black man is taken by the shooter Lord This make me think about Floyd Or back when I was a boy My papa told me keep my hands out my pocket when I'm shopping They don't need a reason They claim they scared and now it's triggers squeezing And while you laying on the floor just seizing They get a pat on the back Yo mama filled with sorrow He clocking in tomorrow Foreal This make me think of Emmett Till I still get cold chills thinking how his mama feel This make me think about my future kids And when the year is 2040 can they even live Or are their tomorrows only hollow Filled with sorrow hollow-tips I think I lost my grip along the way to make some sense of it Will I make it through this battle Will I get a chance to have em Will they put me in the gravel I Pray not but I don't doubt it Can I Live