Feelings Gone Styles P

[Intro]
"Cause the feeling, is gone!!" [Ghost]
"And I must, get it back"

Trust me, nothing prepares us
They never say gettin money slows your prayers up
We already in Hell! Nothin can scare us
We already fly high nothin can air us
Came from the underground so I stay grounded, astounded
By all the bullshit that I founded
A wise man can lose you soon as he gain jewels
Life get real and you think the pain's cool
You different, you makin a change, you let your man tell it
Blowin chronic, am I demonic or angelic?
No vanilla Dutch, fuck it, get a panetela
Roll a one sheet, think about my rap sheet
Sellin crack will have you runnin like a track meet
Watchin your back on every other back street
I started so young, why you think I'm so numb
You can't feel shit and only like real shit

[Hook: Statik Selektah's samples scratched]
"You can act stupid if you wanna"
"Like you don't know what block I'm front of"
"D-Block layin 'em down"
"And I ain't never plannin to stop, I'm plannin to rock"
"You know my name, you heard my raps"
"You know my name, ain't nuttin changed"
"S.P. and I done been through it all"
"From here on I spit it in rare form"