Oh shit.
The world leaves me half-tumbled.
Shattered, shot and kicked.
Betrayed and belittled.
Fumbled left to rot in the streets named after Kings.
Though I might have dough its doesn't stretch any more.
I go to my plantation
and try to do my work.
I worked til I could see
a difference
and people would throw shit on me.
Wet shit.
Hard shit.
Shit that will knock you out.
Somehow I grew.
Somehow I flourished.
Somehow I found something new.
Still found the love that I needed.
Alas all that time I couldn't smile.
Until I found that I had my own sound.
I no longer could Frown.
I thought I would drown.
But guess what.
When I saw that niggah.
I looked at him.
I saw all he had been through.
And Bitch I wanted to Cry.
I saw him laughÂ
Then I caught that niggah smile.