Acid Rain

Kicked off my shoes, tripped acid in the rain

Wore my jacket as a cape, and my umbrella as a cane

The richest man rocks the snatch-less necklace

Spineless bitches in backless dresses

Wore my feelings on my sleeveless

My weed seedless, my trees leafless

I miss my diagonal grilled cheeses

And back when Mike Jackson was still Jesus

Before, I believed in not believing in

Yeah, I inhaled, who believed in me not breathing in

Cigarette stained smile all covered in sin

My big homie died young; just turned older than him

I seen it happen, I seen it happen, I see it always

He still be screaming, I see his demons in empty hallways

I trip to make the fall shorter

Fall quarter was just a tall order

And I'm hungry, I'm just not that thirsty

As of late, my verses seem not so verse-y

And all my words just mean controversy

Took the team up off my back like "that's not your jersey?"

Stressin', pullin' my hair out, hoping I don't get picked

All this medicine in me hoping I don't get sick

Making all this money hoping I don't get rich

Cause niggas still getting bodied for foams

Sometimes the truth don't rhyme

Sometime the lies get millions of views

Funerals for little girls, is that appealing to you?

From your cubicle desktop, what a beautiful view

I think love is beautiful, too

Building forts from broken dams, what a hoover could do

For future hoopers dead from Rugers shooting through the empty alley

Could've threw him an alley-oop, helping him do good in school

Damn that acid it burn when it clean ya

I still miss being a senior

And performing at all those open mic events

High schools, eyes closed seeing arenas

And I still get jealous of Vic

And Vic still jealous of me

But if you touch my brother

All that anti-violence shit goes out the window along with you

And the rest of your team

Smoking cigarettes to look cooler

I only stop by to look through ya

And I'm only getting greedier

And I'm still Mr. Youmedia

And I still can't find Talent

And I'm still choosing classmates that wouldn't fuck

Mom still thinks I should go back to school

And Justin still thinks I'm good enough

And Mama Jan still don't take her meds

And I still be asking God to show his face

And I still be asking God to show his face

I am a new man, I am sanctified

Oh I am holy, I have been baptized

I have been born again, I am the White Light

Rain... rain don't go away