Jewelz

Yo, my movement motion smooth or rough as the ocean
Sometime, it slip away and I lose devotion
My judgement get cloudy, then I wanna get rowdy like
Romania, terrorize like Saudi Arabia
My avians reflects my mood swing, switch colors
Like a mood ring, wifey telling me good things
So I won’t strain. Got grey hairs and only been here
Twenty-five years. Shed tears for niggas
I knew for life, now lifeless—when you died, to us
Was like the Iranian crisis. I took it hard
Like a flick of slow mo' breathing prophesized
Out of a book A Midsummer Night’s Dreaming
Semi-wet as I write this, dragging a cancer stick
Smoke thick, Hennessy shots to my wig
Half-naked while I jot this, lounging in my boxers
Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas. I get
A boner when I’m asleep, dreaming that I’m lounging on
A yacht, (chill in the sun), boat ‘bout to leave the docks
Reality I wake up to feels like I woke up to
A cloud-filled room with angel dust. It’s just the…
Stress, frust' make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss. I lust for living a life
Of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course
I’m searching for
The light like Noah, the flame combust upon
The Bush foreseeing my future like the nova, pushing for the
Brighter side of living a life of better times, pouring
Rhymes like wine ‘til my cup runneth over
Temptation on my shoulder, I’m growing colder than a
Polar bear, thinking ‘bout a bank hold-up
I fall upon my lap and rest my head upon my kneecaps
Is it a crime that I be dreaming ‘bout the G’s, black?
Freeze for a minute. Gotta take control of my life
Gotta hold it like a knife, must have more than a slice, you know?
Frustration, mental masturbation, (confusion)
Life is love, living ‘til I’m right, beating illusions
Seclusion, seeing me is rare. I’d rather attain
Stacks, mack the islands on a plane ready for lift-off
And spend grands, sipping exotic juice, laying in the
Shade in shorts at a fly resort. On my cell
Contact the D.I.T.C. cohorts, talking
To the god Finesse, we’re tight like Indians with a Mohawk
And so on. Conversation going on, do the math
Dreaming I leave the sand for champagne bubble bath
Reality I wake up to feels like I woke up to
A cloud-filled room with angel dust. It’s just the…
Stress, frust' make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss. I lust for living a life
Of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course
(You're working)
(Hard for the dough), but time seem to go slow, busting
Your ass to go from an amateur to a pro
Low-budget feeling inside, no more can you score
Bad and the good fighting inside just like a war (Slavery)
(Laid a foundation for my nation centuries before)
(Final call’ll be the New World Order). 2K's
On its way, no time for play, so I pray to God
Got me on a path of righteous ways. Even though
I get stressed and frustrated, the best time
For me to bless a rhyme, let’s put the pen through a test. (Yeah, I want)
(The riches, the missus on my side on a cold winter night)
(When it blizzard, and work magic like a grand wizard)
Official, O.C. a two-syllable sound, three-
-six-zero complete like the Earth is round, and on that note
Keep hope alive, striving to rise from the
Inner soul seeing through the eyes of a «Crow,» you know?
Slow pace you walk for, «It's Only Right,» separate
The cause from another man, «Far From Yours,» (going)
(For mines still, coming off a two-year hiatus)
And, in that time, niggas bit my shit like alligators—it's
Alright, though. This rap shit is stress for us, it makes you feel
You’re in a hallway robust with angel dust
Reality I wake up to. My old dad once
Told me, «How you live your life is all on you, son»
Stress, frust' make me wanna bust
Make me wanna cuss. I lust for living a life
Of righteousness when invisible forces
Stand in my way, keeping my mind off-course