Casey Jones II - The Mind II

I'm looney with the tunes, got space jammed into my mind
Just take the galaxy and search for fallacies you'll find
Human kind, often I sit back and recline
And think back on the saddest stories so hard to unwind
Like niggas rolling down the block and rolling down the window
And pointing automatics at a nigga rollind endo
His son around the corner, he was just playing Nintendo
Bullets from the car hit, blowing out the cartridge, my
Memory, memory wipe I pray to God that when I die I can remember this life
Cuz maybe life is just a test and then you ace it with strife
Or maybe life is just an essay when you finish, you write
So every day amongst the men, is really just a stroke of the pen
Could give a damn bout who it pleases what my thesis be like
It be light, it be dark, it be pain, it be art, it be dull, it be great, it be love, it be hate
So if I get a couple bills I know my cause'll be ill
And watch me stack a couple m's peep how my prodigy feel
Off ill raps, ill chicks, I develop ill habits, now a nigga lose his grip
Cause he made an illmatic, drawing nearer to the cliff, feeling like a Huxtable
Runnin' through these tracks there's a dream I gotta hustle to
Niggas posted up just like Hakeem, gotta bust a move
Rocket to the league with the team who put they trust in you
Two bars from me could set the world on pause
I find it funny how the world revolve around a star, if I become one
Give the money back to where I come from, spend it all on hoes
Jewelry or just expensive cars, a Rolls Royce of yo' choice is sounding so appealing
While niggas back home, filling graves with chillen
I'm chilling while niggas killing and dealing and often feeling
Nobody in the world can fathom all the pain they feeling
But still it take a toll on me, and if I see another son pass
While going down this road I might fold homie, while niggas asking for change
Frantically searching for sense
Cause lately saying life is life hasn't been paying the rent
Please, need a second to breathe
Gotta be sure I land when I'm preaching to C's
Deez niggas don't care they can pop off with ease
So I keep writing these, in the hopes that it ease
You see, I'm asking Can I Live, do this for Dre
Do this for Tre, I do this for my family my belief I'll make a way
I do this for my dreams one day I can rap for Sway
Free the city with my style no longer do niggas say
The city is too small, nobody from here can ball
I'm Vernon with the mic, except my defense is all-star
Regardless if I become one or not
There's one thing I forgot, I'm doing all this for y'all
My God

Written by:
Casey Jones II, Cassidy Shooster

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