The Narrow Path

Tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy

Picture me sitting in front of eighty-eight keys trying to escape

From a shady place where babies blaze trees on a daily day

Tryna get they gravy straight to floss, Co$$ told me homey watch it

These ladies play dirty games when you get to grinding

Where niggas pitch as quick as Nolan Ryan

Holding iron, blowing smoke, elope in fire, flame spitting

The game is just a way to escape

And our pain is just a way we can relate to folks crying

Finding ways I can make a difference

But fuck wishing on a star

Cause the percentage of getting what you envisioned is small

And the stars barely shine in the city, so we’re blinded

By the man-made bright lights, making my eyes shifty

Feel me out, hear me now, crying childs of the ghetto

Letting go a beautiful sound, it’s kinda falsetto

Hello hell, welcome to L.A. where devils that dwell play

They meddle with metal and letting every shell spray

Until day dawns, I make songs for the long road travelers

And lost souls after us

Spitting lyrics vicious like I'm mad as fuck

Packing up my bags, hopping back on the narrow path that’s planned for us

Tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy

Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me

I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go

To get this shit lifted off a my soul

Tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy

Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me

I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go

To get this shit lifted off a my soul

In this world that I'm living in

I've given into sex, stress, and dividends

Los Angeles, metropolis, city of vexed citizens

Folks that smoke infinite dope, and hope living in

Poverty is probably the less stressed position to go

So we don’t have positions to hold

So we pitch snow and live in the cold in hell

Inhaling, feeling heaven is close

But like roadkill I'm still on this road

Bold as any soldier playing his role

I stroll the streets in the cold

Even in summer heat it gets cold

So we strolling with the heat and it's cold

It’s been a long troublesome road and I'm still traveling

And fuck battling, just managing life is challenging

Though I managed to make it

I damaged the places up in my mind

Like the times of Los Angles greatest

Wasting time, wasting lifespans fucking around

I'm spitting deep shit stuck underground

So just dig it, or don't fuck with it

Cause you can't fuck with it

Tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy

Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me

I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go

To get this shit lifted off a my soul

Tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy

Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me

I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go

To get this shit lifted off a my soul

Check it, and I'll be playing "Escapism" by Pete Rock

Hot, watching police plot knocks to get my peeps locked

Smiling as my teeth rot from eating sugar coated quotes

Smoking dope to float away, but hey

The air is nice up there

I swear the feeling's good as chilling with a nice cold beer

We fallen angels rocking halo's like it's priced up gear

And if you need me, just ring me, shit I'll be right up here

Where fear is non-existent

Instead of drifting in a prison, where my mind's restricted

Where my Mom is wishing trying to get her broken promise mended

I'm training to be a seamstress, sewing holes that dreams fit

Fiends bring broken clocks, tryna get their dreams fixed

Ticking, itching, tocking watching, God is watching you

But you rather have a watch with lots of diamonds I've been fooled

By the word a few times, but who cares if Blu rhymes

About hoes or saving souls, they wanna hear that beat ride

I rewind and try to play back the days that they would play stacks

Of 8-tracks to recline, now we blaze sacks

Taking back the feeling hidden in me when we used to smile, remember that

It's been a while, so I'm blowing off the dust

Brushing dirt up off my nuts, got this feeling in my gut

I'm tryna let it out so if you with me listen up, listen

Listen up cause uh, I got this feeling in my gut

What the fuck?

Tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy

Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me

I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go

To get this shit lifted off a my soul