Comfortable In My Skin

What are we living for?

I let my pen explore my inner dreams

I go to rich from poor by any means

this man knew what he was living for, it's getting green

but with the shit he's seen, he isn't sure of anything

'Talk is cheap' is the code to be silent

'cause on the streets talking cheap gets provoked into violence

and honestly, my songs'll keep my soldiers in balance

proceed cautiously, watch your feet and know you're surrounded

Squash the beef and promise peace, that or just give up

you wanna be the top slot, but see, I'm snatching that shit up

They charging me with robbery, I'm trapped as prisoner

my arms'll reach the poverty and grab the hands of listener

Pull 'em close and let 'em know that I came from nothing too

no bullet holes in my clothes, yeah, but being broke ain't nothing new

From writing rhymes to cutting school with my friends

if I could rewind, I'd try, just to do it again

Can you justify your time or duck the truth and pretend

and hide behind the mask of something you coulda been

no nine to five, I substitute with a pen

a life of crime, something's pulling me in

write a dime, comfortable in my skin

Yeah, you see I learn from mistakes made (like what?)

like school is for the nerds and the lame-brains

I write verses to stay paid, go to class

I put in twice as much work in the same day

A life of crime, something's pulling me in

write a dime, comfortable in my skin

It's time to wake up, we blaze blunts to stay calm

and take one day at a time

and I'm trying to stay away from

a life of crime, something's pulling me in

write a dime, comfortable in my skin

if you only knew, don't get it confused

I live honestly, but all the dirt I did follows me

everywhere I go

I can't decide what's scarier than death:

Time passing by or spending half your life preparing for the next

I'm staring through this lens, wonder what my parents woulda did

if my mother never bared me in her ribs

Would it save the marriage, would they split?

They did what was necessary to live

they weren't prepared for me as kids

and I respect them for that

they gave me all they could give

only wish to give more back

And hopefully I get the chance to

'cause if you was as broke as me

then you know I need some cash soon

I ain't never felt the ocean breeze at Cancun

but my style is like poetry and rap fused

There's a pain in my stomach, I give my pain to the public

so quit changing the subject and give a long listen

you can hate it or love it, embrace it or fuck it

but save the discussion, this is non-fiction

See, I jot on the page with the utmost sincerity

smoking my problems away, blunt smoke is the air to me

I inhale and exhale, it's as if I inhale and exhale the [...]

The fact is, the fans listen, I give hope with my flask dripping

I pass liquor to my folks 'cause this rap business is mad vicious

when you broke we pack swishes and only get ambitious when we smoke