Proud

I mean I’m intelligent enough to know when I am wrong
And in every case, in this instance, I am
There was a time where I could’ve walked away but I didn’t
Because I was naive and believed in the mindset
That served no one but those who are abusing it
I have a deep remorse for what happened
My regret has turned into understanding
Maybe I was put into that room for a reason
Horoscope says aloof, nice for stupid
Stupid couldn’t cut it, so a kid relied on cupid
Reliance on emotion made my adolescence fluid
See as fluid as a stone that flew from David to Galuith
Kinda Buddith
But still waiting on the karma
Like rain waits on the farmer
To sow the seeds and practicing the dhamma
Conduct a dharna on the front doors of debt
Demand the reasons why she seizes with the right or the left
Or why she taketh many innocent breath
In retrospect, that be the only thing us beings respect
Aside from prophets that all siphon all the sin from your set
Assign a Met to Yank the champs from the top of the steps
It’ll take a couple anos for fate to connect
Every drop in blood and sweat that this body has wept
Swept the trust that I had under a colorless shroud
Found a new little home just alone in the clouds
As I sit alone in the clouds
Pops, am I making you proud?
Oh, am I making you proud?
As I sit alone in the clouds
Pops, am I making you proud?
Aye, am I making you proud?
Went to college for the trollops which was stupid
Tried out film school with no real which was foolish
Infidelity was sellin' me something ruthless
As if my pride had hit it big
And went and copped a roofless
And drove it off a cliff with my psyche tied up in the back
And some tape recorded words over an Eminem track
Bask masking where the miracles at
While cutting ties with the clerical act
'Cause no God brings the dead ones back
Guess I learned over the past years it never gets old
The only demons that are numbed are by the crease in the fold
Of full wallets that go open and close
On their enemies, collateral, and friends of the foe
Little homie watch ya whoodie say the rap game
Facts, mane
Must be in the shit for money or the plaques man
No sir, I reply
There’s a void up in my soul that don’t cease when I’m high
As I sit alone in the clouds
Pops, am I making you proud?
Oh, am I making you proud?
As I sit alone in the clouds
Pops, am I making you proud?
Aye, am I making you proud?
Alone in the clouds
Pops, am I making you proud?
I wonder out loud
Pops, am I making you proud?
I wonder out loud
Pops, am I making you proud?
Oh, oh, oh, oh