Dear Life

Lyrics

[Verse 1] The 21st of March The God's born, but abnorm with an angelic Shape eye form, armspan like the Wings of Love Of Jeffrey Osborne, pierced the Earth from the afterbirth Of a meteorite, spittin' Pedialyte, media Hype me off as the second coming seed of your life Mach-5 thoughts exceeding your light, braincells are G-4 Modem with built-in encyclopedia-bytes In high definition, create a flow or graffiti I write, it's like I was conceived in the projects where Satan Harbors heat, give him twelve jewels in case the lava leaks Taught you either starve or eat, kings get to carve the meat And the crown don't move 'til the god touch the barber's seat Raised by my Earth and convicts that'd never Solve a sentence, project hallways that was all scented With piss and aerosol linen. Shit, I tear wipe With the same hand used to hold the edges of this here knife Called dear life [Hook] (x2) The funny thing about life is nobody gets out it of alive So how the hell you gon' tell me how to survive? What does the whole purpose lead to? And why should I believe you when you can bleed too? [Verse 2] While our world leaders Handshake and mandate man's fate, I exist to move Bowels in the batter of your pancakes, flip shit, food for thought Supplemented, we a couple of minutes from the dragon's Beheadin', brag when we getting some dimepiece bitch trim And deep dish rims with a sheepish grin What's it worth when the shit that's sweet switch? Grims spit gems with heat In a complete re-blend, love is a folklore That provokes war, the streets ditched friends, six feet stitched in We cheat death like switching stickers on the Rubik's cube Instead of solving the puzzle, die when our aspirations Dissolve in a puddle in the wake of commotion 'Cause ambition is the fragile ice on a lake of emotion And you wonder why niggas don't really act right, and blood money Ain't blood money unless it's hemophiliac-type And fuck worrying about dollar bills. We paranoid At every Middle-Easterner with a full beard and Jallah Bill And R&B icons indicted for statutory Video-taping themselves running up in the snatch of shorties My consciousness'll never reach a happy camper settlement Cramped intelligence with alcohol but still not enough To hamper elegance. Even if I bought A 24-pack and killed the whole case like tampered-evidence And in spite of that shit, the rite of passage to move units Is whether I sold dope or not. What the f... [Hook] (x2) The funny thing about life is nobody gets out it of alive So how the hell you gon' tell me how to survive? What does the whole purpose lead to? And why should I believe you when you can bleed too?