[Verse 1]
Uh huh, yes lawd, knowledge, nigga, uh huh, eh
Set up supplies from the weak and the rotten
We just the lost and forgotten ones, deplorables they call us
Disposable, they threw us out now choose your route and path to ride
There ain't no fuckin' choices left, it's feast or famine, I ain't starvin'
No new friends, I really started from the fuckin' bottom
Fill a fat cigar with the finest flowers, I'm stuck for hours
Cold the cadence like an algorithm, call it alchemy
Out to be the best but who cares, I mean there's more to life
More important things than what's going on in your shallow mind
More pressing matters than making yourself immortalized
More to learn to find the time, we'll get it right I'm sure we will
This shit'll knock a nigga out like Holyfield, we hold our own
Post traumatic paragraphs, the raps and my pen and it's plenty
Pennies for my thoughts but dollar bills for conversation pieces
Humble poet in the pocket make you think like Alan Watts did
Outside of the box diagnostic knockin' your door down (uh)
I feel like Nas in '98 I need a new velour
Rolled a 5 pack of the Backwoods in the humidor
Exclusive smoke, elusive ghost, the past we had to let it go
Came back for more except we grasped what they have yet to know (uh)
I feel as though we're all lost, cost of our decisions
I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us
I feel as though we're all lost, cost of our decisions
I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us
(held high, held high, held high)
Uh huh, yes lawd, knowledge, nigga, uh huh, eh
Set up supplies from the weak and the rotten
We just the lost and forgotten ones, deplorables they call us
Disposable, they threw us out now choose your route and path to ride
There ain't no fuckin' choices left, it's feast or famine, I ain't starvin'
No new friends, I really started from the fuckin' bottom
Fill a fat cigar with the finest flowers, I'm stuck for hours
Cold the cadence like an algorithm, call it alchemy
Out to be the best but who cares, I mean there's more to life
More important things than what's going on in your shallow mind
More pressing matters than making yourself immortalized
More to learn to find the time, we'll get it right I'm sure we will
This shit'll knock a nigga out like Holyfield, we hold our own
Post traumatic paragraphs, the raps and my pen and it's plenty
Pennies for my thoughts but dollar bills for conversation pieces
Humble poet in the pocket make you think like Alan Watts did
Outside of the box diagnostic knockin' your door down (uh)
I feel like Nas in '98 I need a new velour
Rolled a 5 pack of the Backwoods in the humidor
Exclusive smoke, elusive ghost, the past we had to let it go
Came back for more except we grasped what they have yet to know (uh)
I feel as though we're all lost, cost of our decisions
I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us
I feel as though we're all lost, cost of our decisions
I keep my head held high and hope the lord forgive us
(held high, held high, held high)
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