311 — Plain

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I’m in a good way on a bad day
Thinking of a plan a way to stay on top of it
Nailin’ in I have a fit if I sit, sit doin’ nothin’
Which is what. I done so far but I carve a niche
Which sits in my good things brain
Layin’ the tracks like a loco mo, spark the Jay
Tabla Rosa is my brain don’t mean to bug or drive you insane
Don’t have to guess just what I’m sayin if I had a point I’d say it plain
Dammit my brain is blank
And now I say it would be a lie if I said I was inspired
Nothin’ to say but that’s ok.
Nod your head to this
Messin’ around, I’m not having it
You bite the hand I put your head out
I come to know a travesty and so sad to see
The scene dictated frustrated former musicians
Switching’ the emphasis from art to money
But I demand autonomy what else my friend
I tell you what ‘s wrong to me the industry’s ability to manufacture stars
They churn them out like Iwojema makes cars
But the blame lies not with those suits for trying
It’s the sheep that keep on buying that soulless crap
Whatever they put in front of ya
The hysteria of America
Nod your head to this
Well, stress is the enemy and not a friend to me
One thing I see is to be easy goin’ throwin’ down sit back
And watch my life flowin’ and knowing life is but a dream
You can ask my home team
Let me tell you how I seem
My economy seems to be in words not action actually ya see yes
I’m a tempest and I rarely rest but that’s what you go to do
If you want to be the best so I’m on a threshold so don’t tell me no
I just flow and know I can count on my bros
Don’t you know that the devil he’s in me and God she is too
My Yin hates my Yang, but what the hell ya gonna do
I choose a rocky ass path but that’s how I like it
Life’s a bowl of punch go ahead and spike it