Goodie Mob F Sleepy Brown - Thought Process Lyrics
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggasFrom da down underground are hangin' around the a-townLookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5Just to get some change so t-mo can stay aliveNot greedy or living' lavish yet but you can bet that when i doNobody from my crew will i forgetAnd if i start to get large and come up on some changeI won't change, everybody know they downIt's not the same, everyday life can be differentThese laws got me ready to ballCause i fall a victim so i still be slanging them fat pillowsTo make 'em meet, each and every day as i comb my city streetsSometimes i wish i never had been apart of this messCause the system got us *****ed upIt put us to the test, women and men if you black you inFood for the soul listen to what i tell you it don't matterYoung or old it's time we loc' up and do like we supposeWe killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothesWe're trapped off in this world and society with no place else to goSo how u feel???Frustrated, irritated, sometimes i don't know myself i be too numbTo feel something sometimes so i dig deep, get in the cherokeeLet my mind fly free into the wilderness so i can get this shit off myMindThat's why i be smokin' that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappin'Keeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what i gots to doOff in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my littleBro'In statesboro and my little cuz mark twain, all myFolks that hang with me when i was out in the trap or when i was goin'Thru one of our episodes, only god knows, whut i go thru so i get downOn my knees, sometimes i come home too high to pray, but i get on my bedLay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls,It'sLike cell therapy i got nothing to do but write about my l-i-f-e, put itDown on paper...so whut chu feel?I live for today, mother***** another hour, it might be sourNever know my day, so i'm prayin' in the showerLook up and thank the lord for forgiveness, a witness to badI'm lookin' for good in the southwest, god bless my neighborhoodIt's people killin' in da street to eatSurviving the day is the only goat that i setJust to make it home, i'm not aloneSomeone's out to get me when i haven't done shit wrongMy head felt swoll, mista couldn't see past my mouthWhat route did you take manCaught me by that loops of my pantsGot me on the curb lettin' tha traffic pass me byNo questions i said nothingLookin' for tha mutant to be buckin'Tha law naw, man gipp show him my shitClose my mouth then i dipSee to me g is a person who understand tha planCan't make no moves when you in tha hands of tha manThey got some new suites down peachtreeLeft wing for tha feds, right wing for tha hardheadsMakin' more deals than buddy folks made with hartsfieldSomebody don't want my face in tha place, for 96 shit's slickGot me clean, lookin' fresh, dogs be scratchin' at my chestUnder the order of who? guess who ain't non-iller than millerWanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha pastCuz ain't no future wanna millicamp your caseDisgrace your face, make it seem to be safeBut ain't no place to run...Sometimes i don't even know how i'm gon' eat'bout twenty dollars away from being on the streetShit, you might see a nigga on tvBut hell it's almost like i'm rappin' for freeThat little money be gone...got dammit, i'm grownGotta help keep the heat and tights onIt would be nice to have mo' but i kinda like being po'At least i know what my friends here fo'I wanna lie to you sometimes, but i can'tI wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain'tIt's nigga's hurtin' and uncertain 'bout if they gon' make it or notThat's why we got nigga's killingFeelin like they coming up off a little dope they soldYou can get some gold but we won't make it as a wholeCause without you there'd be no meAnd without no unity there will never be any happinessYou could smoke a pound of sess and it still won't relieve yo' stressGod bless my...thought processThe thought process...Now as an outkast i was born, wasn't warned of the harmThat would come to meet me like met life, but yet lifeDone sent me through a lot of up's and down like it ain't nothing'Like elevators but i ain't the one that's pushin' the buttonsI got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't oneThey said it skipped from 12 to 14Still smoking, still drinking, no i'm sittin' on the lincoln4 a.m. thinkin' that in reality the world is like a ball full of playasWe trapped off in this maze with walls made of layersAnd only prayers is the tightest game that you can haveThe devil's takin' a swing that might explain the broken glassBut my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the waysideNobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play rightHuh, the only thang we feared was williams, wayneNever though about hittin' licks or slangin' caineDidn't think i'd be the one to give in to abortionLabel me murder because my ass is scorchin'Hot from the glock that sits under my seatYeah, it's real *****ed up that my floks come to get meAnd it's like dat, yeah...and it's like dem!
