Afraid of progression
Stunted growths like babies sippin mama's cup of caffeine
I can't stop now so flow with me
People's minds being smashed and conformed
Like a stick of doublement, destined to end up on the bottom of somebody's Timbs
Think 4 ya self...gurl please that's last Fall's trend along with accessories of integrity
As people become set in someone else's ways, no room to bend & then
They wonder why their ways are so Predictable, like the next word coming out of Mike Jone's mouth
A when you move, I move mentality
Creative juices gone dry, Drought in the forecast so release your parasols please
With the exception of a drizzle from the tears of a clown
Who has jus found--out his circus-styled life has no cash value
May I have my elbow room, & my breathing space
As I try and break down this real talk
We've all sipped from the cup of ignorance; but some swallow and ask for a second on the rocks
It's one thing to touch the fire not knowing of its wrath
But another to repeat well aware of its flare
Can I get a time out on the floor..full
Cause I'm surrounded by fools who open their mouths and prove me right
I'm not slashing, or bashin' jus speak'n real talk almost forgot what that sounds like
With deception and falsity as a national philosophy, I'm not surprised
But as I look in ya eyes, Past all the lies
I wanna spark up a conversation of real talk, care to join me?
