THOUGHT. Lyrics

Hello

Yes

I can hear you now

I'm finally listening

He wants me to tell you something

Thank you all for your support

The love and enrichment

The words of encouragement

Your swords are timely

And to my day ones

Jocelyn Brandon Andrew

Emily Steve

This ones

For

You

I been in my mental

Hella thoughts

I'm stayin civil

Need a intervention

Rehab

Interval

An intermission

I need therapy

Need charity

Need more life in abundance

Need prosperity

Need everything

I need it by the hundreds

I need common sense

Stability

Need commas and security

Need a 401 to 815

To feed the kids

And cure the streets

I need police ina skillet

Need some Baby's Ray's to grill it

Need a vessel and some ecto

Need the holy ghost to fill it

Need a credit limit

And a bunch of bitches

Bet they flirt right back

Said i'm in it

Hol up wait minute

Lemme hit you back

My mama found out that I rap

And she mad about that

My daddy found out that i'm black

And he been on my ass

He know that he raising a black nigga

USA

He tell me that

Nigga

Is a not a word that I

Should say

My mama found out that I rap

And she mad about that

My daddy found out that i'm black

And he been on my ass

I'm starting to see the reason he beat me

With good reasoning

Lessons matured

Just food for thought

With some good seasoning

Okay

I been in my mental

Thinkin back to back

I'm on to something

'91 to '92 to '93

I'm Jumpman Jumpman

I been in my mental

Think I'm feelin sentimental

Skip the therapy and rehab

Here's a bullet and a pistol

But now that we talkin

And I got yo attention

Ima tell you something

One Sword Two Sword

The fuck you listening to

Now without further a do

We gone kick off the final scene

The resolution

Where it all come together

Please silence ya muthafuckin'

Cellphones

Kick back

And enjoy