MIKE, The Alchemist and Wiki - Stargate

Used to be Roofs & Brews
Now life's confused
Try and rifle through like a Rubix Cube
Decipher why in spite I'm nice to view in this spiteful mood
But from the outside, it look like my life improved
My attitude must had to do with how I grew up rapping in New York
If I had moved, might have been a nicer dude
I might have been more average too
It's the environment I was in
If I wasn't live as them I'd try again
(Try again)
He like to battle, I just had to prove
Myself, I was emphatical and shy
So I'd have a few casual, turned into a habit I'd abused
Shit, it had him smacked in school
I had to write to the sight to do
Only thing I liked to do, besides rolling up and writing too
I'm rightfully rude
I'm trying to be the boldest one
If you hold your tongue, you'll get cycled through
Left out to dry, your pride'll prune, your will'll wear
Y'all are well aware of where I spent my formative years
Sippin' forties at the 40th Pier
Getting the groggy, my body impaired, I swear
Everything was foggy for years
Poured the backwash out the glass, saw it all clear

I'm in my thoughts
You could applaud for them centuries full of long face
I need a charm, I need a strong break
I'm still involved with niggas who with me long way
You niggas soft
Niggas know what I'm on, gang
I'm taking off, switching, caught in the wrong lane
We feel the losses, kisses in every song made
I keep it raw, the feeling, it give the song weight
Gripping on
I'm still alarmed, the vision and the façade fake
I'm still a dog, I still hit the Bar
Pissy from getting tall drank
(I hear them whispering)
Niggas is full of soft grain
I felt the awe from this mission I couldn't call fate
My biggest flaw in my spirit I shouldn't solve hate
Swear it's like the bigger I saw, the more them walls caved
Hard lil' Bic in the dark that how the walkway
This ain't no skip in the park, this should be all day
Called us from my mystery ark, this where it all changed
Crawling from the pit of your arms like it's the fall safe
And where do pity belong and will the harm fade?
Product of them immigrant laws, infinite heartache
This the shit we be on, that's how the cards play

I promise this the shit we be on, I had to partake
Bottle and them symphony's goin, Stargate

Written by:
Daniel Alan Maman, Patrick Garland Morales, Michael Jordan Bonema

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