High

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Jean Grae] Claiming the city is mine, prettiest dime I don't like the way that people defending Kelly in public Why it's spoken on the verse? Quote it, a similar intro Who's gonna get it? Distant, feeling this glamour, tatted Below the shoulders spelling, "Jean Grae." Inside Picket fences and larger houses, them fuckers imitating My life of living is a constant struggle, juggled With empty hands, troubled and worried about the future plans Hoping God's looking out of high windows. Keep Climbing, keep falling back, sip a little Cognac Hating many, holding pennies inside of the wallet instead Of dollars—holler if you feel it. The quest for dollar, sour Green and achievement, bleed until my final hour, believe it This hunger never quits, it only grows deeper Get high, try to get my burn on like a ton of reefer I'm a fiend, state of my mind is all green [Verse 2: Jean Grae] You don't Even respect the history or bother to notice, street and The feds is red enough, somebody's child is laying dead But fuck it, we use it in a single Most of you using less, bars and more hooks Jiggling titties, sell a song and crooks And criminals in Entourage, and nobody's wrong—come off it I've seen a puff and plenty. In case your face is friendly Could never kill, I'm ruthless only for the mic. Defend me? Never. You could keep your cases for shit. I'm chasing this Dream, running a thousand feet in the sand, envisioning cream Replacing rock, hitting brick walls, door shut Take my picture, blow it up, post it on construction promo Fighting it solo, companies shook to rock the boat Alone in it, praying like Charlie for golden tickets I'm sick of women diminished by bitches claiming they kick it, Written strictly from the heart, skin will never be seen Not for green [Verse 3: Jean Grae] Niggas dying in troves Higher than kites, blood on their flyest clothes Lying hoes, reppin' women stripping, neglecting their children Deconstructing education as quick as they could be gaining Elevation, but it's always easy to dumb it. You want it? You got it, a nation of instant gratification, either Microwaving or speeding 'cause some fast cars are backed up And scheming to reach in, American dreaming is catching up I mean, you're walking home and might get hit by a sniper Life is always unappreciated, especially us It could be genocide for certain unless we straighten it up Awake and take control and be the colors we blush. Creation Never meant to only get as far as a bus. Forsaken All the splendor rendered us blind, thinking the world on recline Watch Green Mile to open my mind and take me Other places with Michael Duncan and Tom—you gotta feel me Too much of something's never good, keep it only for Nights, so in my dreams, state of mind's all green