IT'S NEVER OVER

 

I've been poppin' shit off in this bitch, I never left pages blank,

money's on my mind, I think about just how I'll break the bank,

sicker than these niggas on they grind, workin' nine to five,

I'm the type of guy you'd never know who was behind the rhymes,

spittin' for the people in the struggles, ready to blow the fuse,

rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

if I keep it underground, would I get signed by labels,

see the stories that keep inside my fuckin' mind are fabels,

except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,

that's why I hope to make it big and stand under the bright lights,

this flow was never done before, I switch it up but every time,

I don't recognized, I'm jeopardized, and I should never rhyme,

I feel like I'm about to blow, this alcohol and blunt-smokin',

leaves me on my ass up in the dirt while yáll are gun-toting,

fuck it, maybe I should make a club hit, that's the only way,

because I'm workin' jobs to help my Mom with my lowly pay,

it's sad, but I ain't here, to talk about my fuckin' child hood,

I'm here to say you won't get signed, even if you're style's good,

maybe I just shouldn't go so underground, make thunder pound,

maybe I should sell out and go platinum, here the trumpet sounds,

because right now I feel like I have only got a couple routes,

see I can't go to college, so it's sign or work, get nothing out,

these jobs you work around the clock, they make you go insane,

you live in the house right down the block, everybody knows your name,

I don't think yáll understand I'm goin' through these growing pains,

it's flowin' through my veins, but every time I try to flow it rains,

see I'm not Superman, I'll probably never find my Lois Lane,

and if I stay I'll grind away for shitty pay, the lowest lane,

and people judge the peace and love whenever I'm recordin',

on April 8th Mobb Deep is playin' concerts in New Orleans,

I'm hopin' to go and bust some rhymes I have locked in storage,

but still I'll probably be judged for not ownin' some Jordans,

I represent, but still I need the cars, the hoes, the freshest kicks,

according to these snakes who run up on me, who you messin' with?

And plus I feel like we could never get out of this deficit,

that binds us, it defines us, there's no guidance? God? No evidence,

yáll wonder why I write so many rhymes, every verse is long,

because I ain't got time to vent and shine, it's what I'm hurtin' on,

see if you understand the rhymes it'll still expand your mind,

see that's the beauty of it, why I love it, that's the grand design,

I hate to break the racist hate up to ya, but I'm beaten up,

that ain't because I'm not white, I take flight, but streets are rough,

see I have this peace and love, I sometimes can't release the dove,

and when those times come I'll probably end up on my knees in cuffs,

see, fuck it, I don't need no one, don't even need a beat to rhyme,

I hold the pen and vent my thoughts, release, all I need's a line,

but I can't find that line inside my mind, I rhyme with peace of mind,

but right now I ain't got that, you want it? Here's a piece of mine