Goodie Mob - Thought Process Lyrics
Let me get a chop at this lumber niggasFrom da down underground are hangin around the a-townLookin for a come up, workin from 9 to 5Just to get some change so t-mo can stay aliveNot greedy or living lavish yet but you can bet that when I doNobody from my crew will I forgetAnd if I start to get large and come up on some changeI wont change, everybody know they downIts not the same, everyday life can be differentThese laws got me ready to ballCause I fall a victim so I still be slanging them fat pillowsTo make em meet, each and every day as I comb my city streetsSometimes I wish I never had been apart of this messCause the system got us *****ed upIt put us to the test, women and men if you black you inFood for the soul listen to what I tell you it dont matterYoung or old its time we loc up and do like we supposeWe killin each other over this bullshit and some clothesWere trapped off in this world and society with no place else to goSo how u feel? ? ?Frustrated, irritated, sometimes I dont know myself I be too numbTo feel something sometimes so I dig deep, get in the cherokeeLet my mind fly free into the wilderness so I can get this shit off myMindThats why I be smokin that dank sometimes, it keeps me from snappinKeeps me calm, keeps my mind open, keeps me fond of what I gots to doOff in the studio to get my old burd back on her feet, and my littleBroIn statesboro and my little cuz mark twain, all myFolks that hang with me when I was out in the trap or when I was goinThru one of our episodes, only God knows, whut I go thru so I get downOn my knees, sometimes I come home too high to pray, but I get on my bedLay on my back and meditate, anyway, in the ceilings, the four walls,ItsLike cell therapy I got nothing to do but write about my l-i-f-e, put itDown on paper...so whut chu feel?I live for today, mother***** another hour, it might be sourNever know my day, so Im prayin in the showerLook up and thank the lord for forgiveness, a witness to badIm lookin for good in the southwest, God bless my neighborhoodIts people killin in da street to eatSurviving the day is the only goat that I setJust to make it home, Im not aloneSomeones out to get me when I havent done shit wrongMy head felt swoll, mista couldnt see past my mouthWhat route did you take manCaught me by that loops of my pantsGot me on the curb lettin tha traffic pass me byNo questions I said nothingLookin for tha mutant to be buckinTha law naw, man gipp show him my shitClose my mouth then I dipSee to me g is a person who understand tha planCant make no moves when you in tha hands of tha manThey got some new suites down peachtreeLeft wing for tha feds, right wing for tha hardheadsMakin more deals than buddy folks made with hartsfieldSomebody dont want my face in tha place, for 96 shits slickGot me clean, lookin fresh, dogs be scratchin at my chestUnder the order of who? guess who aint non-iller than millerWanna 1, 2 your ass no more life what you gave was tha pastCuz aint no future wanna millicamp your caseDisgrace your face, make it seem to be safeBut aint no place to run...Sometimes I dont even know how Im gon eatbout twenty dollars away from being on the streetShit, you might see a nigga on tvBut hell its almost like Im rappin for freeThat little money be gone...got dammit, Im grownGotta help keep the heat and tights onIt would be nice to have mo but I kinda like being poAt least I know what my friends here foI wanna lie to you sometimes, but I cantI wanna tell you that its all good, but it aintIts niggas hurtin and uncertain bout if they gon make it or notThats why we got niggas killingFeelin like they coming up off a little dope they soldYou can get some gold but we wont make it as a wholeCause without you thered be no meAnd without no unity there will never be any happinessYou could smoke a pound of sess and it still wont relieve yo stressGod bless my...thought processThe thought process...Now as an outkast I was born, wasnt warned of the harmThat would come to meet me like met life, but yet lifeDone sent me through a lot of ups and down like it aint nothingLike elevators but I aint the one thats pushin the buttonsI got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasnt oneThey said it skipped from 12 to 14Still smoking, still drinking, no Im sittin on the lincoln4 a.m. thinkin that in reality the world is like a ball full of playasWe trapped off in this maze with walls made of layersAnd only prayers is the tightest game that you can haveThe devils takin a swing that might explain the broken glassBut my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the waysideNobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play rightHuh, the only thang we feared was williams, wayneNever though about hittin licks or slangin caineDidnt think Id be the one to give in to abortionLabel me murder because my ass is scorchinHot from the glock that sits under my seatYeah, its real *****ed up that my floks come to get meAnd its like dat, yeah...and its like dem!
