The Way that they Hate on me Baby

What does the morning mean when I wake up from a glory dream to the same old things that I still cling to I see no hear no fear no evil That’s just me though not these people Who remind me of old sorry Pennies Two faces but ain’t worth hardly anything Fake friends tug at my sleeve They always need something from me But they never give me a thing Except fits of rage and a need for release Man don’t make it hard to breathe I’m not a timid soul that knows neither victory nor defeat I dare to challenge mighty things And if I suffer failure then I burn on repeat I need me some beef man I need me some beef I got a thing for the heat no reprieve But I grieve til I’m glowing again Real homies know that I am Searching for truth in the dark I am the drug and the dreamer Not to be confused with the narcs or the heathens and other disbelievers I won’t feed off the darkness and fear Tread on til my conscience is clear Proximity Ear sight of the chosen to hear Get motion Switch gears Get nearer Get motioni Switch gears Get Motion Get near it That’s a pretty arrangement you got And they say that it’s dangerous to not have it But then you got got when you least expected it Thief had been checking on it You neglected it Self reflect you ain’t checkin shit Lost all lights but the wreckage is lit Now you’re infected with grit and a Little bit of the energy required for the revivals Get a first hand look at how we treat rivals Who took the road of seeking deceitful and incomplete idols Completely routine for the redials Now you seen fire admire the least tired Wide awake for the sake of cease fires Time bombs silently tick in mind that is blind to the switch Man it must be the glitch in the Matrix Look down at my wrist waiting Wonder which of these fools I switched places I’ll be hooked on the exchanges We just met and I already left but ya can’t blame me