Against The Word

Help, I have done it again

I have been here many times before

Hurt myself again today

And the worst part is there’s no one else to blame

Be my friend, hold me

Wrap me up, unfold me

I am small, and needy

Warm me up and breathe me

Uh, its just me against the world

Lost my mistress and my girl

All they wanted was what's in my safe

And all I wanted was just to be great

Contemplate, real or fake, all these people in my face

Wasn't ready for the fame, I flipped my shit and caught a case, Looking at my fans like I can't ball without a base

They understand, ride till' the end

Now bow our heads and let us pray, Amen

And after all these years of crime and malice

I look down and see I'm cold and calloused

And while our sins are to fifthly to bear

We have to wash them down, now grab your chalice

And toast to those who always raised their glasses

When most never chose to go against the masses

So if you ride or die let me see them L's

And I'll take you to a place where we can be ourselves

Look, Hollywood is not my type of party

Nah, look what happened to Chris Farley

Rest in peace him and Christopher Wallace, Mo' Money, Mo' Problems

And less people then when you started, shit

And you wonder why I don't drink coffee

I don't wanna wake up to these problems of a boss like John Gotti

I'd rather be Che Guevara mixed with a little bit of Marcus Garvey In hopes of a revolution as results of my anarchy

But I’m hardly ever home so I guess I'll be quick

Everybody wanna have their two cents, take it, Here, I don't owe y'all shit

Smoke a zip, change my clothes and give my five year-old a kiss

Family mad at my success don't they say hate is where home is, Damn

So its just me against the world

Lost my mistress and my girl

All they wanted was what's in my safe

And all I wanted was just to be great, Kells

But greatness is in the eye of the beholder, so it starts with you. Believe in your own abilities the way you have believed in mine

It's time, put em up

Let's toast to those who always raised their glasses

When most never chose to go against the masses

Now I know you ride or die so let me see them L's

And be proud you are not afraid to be yourself

If they want me come and get me, unload this clip till' it's empty

And I ain't startled motherfucker

Do what ever I must to protect my brother

Respect no other, put no man above each other

This is what you live out when you trying to make it out the gutter

This is how you show that precious little baby girl you love her

This is how you step up as a man and get that bread and butter

But get by, all we do is get by

Ironic how we're lower class but always seem to get high

And the chronic seller is the man because he got the supply

Get it? Demand and supply, make that spinach, get that Popeye

Sleep with one eye open, door closed

Bitch next to me, no clothes

Make songs feel like photos, I am hip-hop’s Andy Warhol

Yeah, so if they want me come and get me, and i'll unload this clip till' it's empty