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In Case I Don't Make It

by Has-Lo

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The new album from Has-Lo "In Case I Don't Make It" is a dark journey though a mind at the tipping point. Filled with jarring imagery and moody production, the album has a cohesive sound that pulls the listener into a web of psychoanalytical & melancholy musings, lyrical exercises, & storytelling. "In Case I Don't Make It" is introspective without losing that raw edge.

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released 22 March 2011
produced by Has-Lo
cover art by Castle

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Track Name: Utero
Has-Lo - Utero
Album: In Case I Don’t Make It

I make pussycat rap acts boogie and dash
Like I’m dog the bookie, I bully a track
Look behind Has-Lo’s eyes, a hive mind
I fight inside for inner peace with each side
Ironic. I’ll bit your head off
Hand you your necklace back. Put some ice on it
Life’s boring, I sleep mine away
Dream lucidly, try and see how deep I can fade
It’s bugged. Take a stroll in my subconscious
Where foul thoughts crumble the walls that block it
Mentally I’m crooked and cracked
White man say it’s ‘hood in me, could it be that?
I reflect and repel, I’m out of your reach
Too r-a-w for retail
I’m deep like hellraiser’s box, heavenly release
I’m imperfect. The wings made me complete
In my past life I rolled with a thief
Young knight, priest and a cleric
Still roll with me in spirit
I died in the field
Now I reincarnate and battle the beat
Track Name: Build Jewelz
Verse 1:
Stee official, connect wisdom to build jewels
The measure of man defined in what he lived through
The usual theme, you dead in the sea
Stuck juggling work you hate but you do it for cream
I know your lifestyle, guzzle a pint in cola
Get drunk, twist up cigars and roll blunts
The father let his seed know he smoked buds
They wonder where you be in your work, you never show up
Beyond the warm face really hating my life
My grandmother says “you need to put your faith into Christ”
And yet, waning in faith, I hate her advice
An atheist right? To pray in the sky, a face in disguise
Well beyond saying I’m blessed to say I’m alive
Awaiting a sign from god, meanwhile failing to rise
And what’s the point really? I spend the week
Plotting a scheme to get filthy, or let the stress kill me
If I’m cutting you off the love that I had was built cheap
You holding a grudge? Feel free
I’m holding mines even in the realm of death
Or you read it in your XXL mag in depth
Or on the internet in the web
Cross me and we’ll be enemies til we in the next
For of energy. ‘cause if we enter beef that was how it’s meant to be.
Word.

Verse 2:
Fear and bias. Besides the beat hearing silence
You’d rather I’m revered and pious. Inside I mirror violence
What’s real to keep me writing? I’m sick of rhyming
Like a fever sinus. Choke as if I’m breathing heat and fire
Inhaling the smoke’ll seizure my lungs
The brain suffocates, struggling to stay away I’m feeling tired
Only I got an obligation to reveal the science
We deadly as the combination of a beer and driving
Or you could knowledge on my gem and you can be enlightened
Only it’s up to you, we like wolves in our habitat
Hunger had us hunting the truth
We living like an animal in fear running from you
I can’t do it. How could we evolve from being gorillas into humans?
Believe a theory of evolution from Darwin?
As if god was trying a kind of procedure, and the lab was the garden
Either way you stay alive or you die trying
In areas you might’ve failed where as I triumph
Maybe you knew the ledge and without seeing I jump
Or you could die up in the mix for pie crumbs
It’s all a gamble and to win you a stake
You jump in the pit and swim with the sharks and venomous snakes
The pressure is harsh and maybe I was destined to break
Stay official when your brothers are fake
Track Name: Everything Is
Verse 1:
So much weight in the hands of fate,
In the hands of time, as it passes by
And I have less to say, and I’m past my prime
And you listen when I spit, but you can’t relate
‘cause I’m a relic. Better I should leave you with this
And you see me as I am, than a reason to quit
This is me. The kid with the sick granny
Who dreamed I could sit pretty, and I could lift grammys
And I was better off rich
and now I’m older with issues the money can’t fix
how naïve that I could be
I exist in the guise of a life complete
I compete to win though I lose myself
In a penthouse room, with a view from hell
Wow, take a look…
Say the hook.

Hook:
When your money ain’t right it seems like everything’s wrong
‘cause everything is
When your love ain’t life it feels like everything’s gone
‘cause everything is
And you search for it, and you hurt for it
And you promise each other you’ll work on it
And you might have to let it go free ‘cause it never was yours
But that’s everything.

Verse 2:
So…when I’m old and gray
And the flesh on the bone wouldn’t hold
And corrodes away…from the root
This is but a truth, this is nothing new
This is me running from the moon I spend
Every night wide awake.
Fighting sleep like it was the cousin of death
Nothing left in the pen
Stressed ‘cause the raps don’t fit,
and the flows don’t work, and the words come less,
and verse won’t stretch like it used to
and I spit much more than I’m moved to
it’s like, being cuffed to a foul friend
now and then you remember how it was
but how it is now is a far cry from it
better off dumping it but you hang with it out of love
kinda bugged…kinda nuts.

Hook:
When your money ain’t right it seems like everything’s wrong
‘cause everything is
When your love ain’t life it feels like everything’s gone
‘cause everything is
And you search for it, and you hurt for it
And you promise each other you’ll work on it
And you might have to let it go free ‘cause it never was yours
But that’s everything.
Track Name: Fiber Optics
Sub atomic or sub ether
I’m a sign of my time, align optics
Head up display in the cockpit help me to bomb quick
Down to poly and watch ya’ll trick, tear a club scene up
You seen us. Shine like a laminated flick in your visa
The pupil don’t rank to a teacher
Pull your handbrake, ease up
You fake, just an entertainer
Who don’t really be up in the street, what!
Descendant of an Asiatic Blackman or of Egypt
I absorb the light from your weak sun
And channel back through a disc
This is too big to pass up, too much to risk
In between a rock and a hard place
You sell your soul for a bill with a large face
With that said, is it life that the art imitates?
Chase wealth like a fishhook and shark bait
I wouldn’t beat you in the head with it
Screaming on rap like I was clue or k-slay mixes
Here’s another banger for you to pick up
So you wouldn’t have to hang with them fake niggas
I had a little sip so I can’t think right
If you opposed to my skin type
Then I’m assembling an army to roll and then strike
Control the mind, pimp like
It’s civil rights on the mic, fighting for equality
While you be content to just live your life
Within the hype and the media propaganda
Beyond the lights, the action, the camera
Between the hype man or the 1-2 throw your hands up
You really shackled in handcuffs
You wanna let go and fly…
But either the sky’s the limit or the limit’s the sky
You gotta take it up to a glass ceiling
The height of meditation, you feel bent
But you’re not though. It’s Has-Lo, I’m your guide
A rap M.R.I, a mental massage
I’m in it to rise and break free from the boundaries
And travel over the center divide
If men are derived of sand touched by the breath of life…
Then that breath becomes ours, descendant of god
And god becomes man and man will inherit the stars
Effect and the cause, allah
Fiber optics
Track Name: Kinetic Energy
Verse 1:
The feelin of deep risin
We devisin a scheme to keep shinin
Within the warzone the flash from the heat firin,
Is bright as a police high beam
Only alluring as aromas of kind-bud in tight leaves
Sick of street corner ciphers and freestylin
They ain’t your mans even though it seemed like him
Ignorin the fact, that getting high leaves your mind weak
Tryin to drink away the pain of dealin with shiest peeps
In retro, resemblin a play that I’m in, Has hyphen,
The lead character. I designed him
Tirin of fake friendship, money is bindin
Emcees gettin jerked in contracts in fine print
It’s wicked. Whether the dusk or tide shifted
The elements’ll always k.i.m to move with it,
Or get lost within the blizzard
It’s from a jam in the park, to coliseums at a half-yard a ticket
Descriptive…of how hip hop evolved, we all
Bound by honor is all. Without partners
I still blow. transmittin a subliminal vision
Within the rhythm of your calypso soundtrack
Or its based around that. My team is more than a lounge act, I found that
The moment you begin to stop bein callous and show love
Then you only get a small ounce back
And so to profit, manipulatin your mind is logic
What you feel is really a dance is symbolic
To how we all really feel inside about it
It’s not a pop quiz seein what cops did in watts then…
Compared to now, I don’t see a difference
Police still beat the niggas and harass all the women
Whatever. I’m not the first feelin that
It’s what we all couldn’t put in a rap or never said it
I rep’ this…

Energy kinetic


Verse 2:
Kinetic. Inhaling a breath quick
I stalk in the concrete and metal edges, a murder method
The jungle is oppressive
I grew beyond lovin the slums are wretched, a king’s essence
I move lightyears ahead of a caveman’s intelligence
Next level of, plottin a course ahead of us
Spectre of a once and forever king
Rumblin basslines are harder than the armor in the brinks
Seein tracks peak on the meter-bridge, that’s me
Not in the old crew you seen him with, that’s me
Mental as deep as the black sea
The gods sayin “that’s peace” buildin on the way today’s math reads
As molecules diffuse into the mic, innocent and unaware, livin your life
It’s thick like a novel of Tolstoy
A black kid impregnates the system hustlin coke, cracks and boy
A trap, it’s kinetic
We still dead men. They just focused on the Middle East terrorism
But Has-Lo bombs like Hasan Izz-Al-Din
And tell you take it easy like the song that Traum sings
And with the music bein a source or forum of sorts
Where all of us speak out and we record them
Talk of our opinion or views put on a disc and you bought them
Some got enhanced portions
And it reflects whether unsure of or in support of
Still, look alive, an epidemic’s upon us, You know?
…Look alive and epidemic’s upon


Kinetic
Kinetic
Track Name: Limit
They say a man only takes so much and then snaps
And they all seem shocked
When his ass pulls up and pulls out
On the room, when he’s pullin his tool back to cut
When there’s no where to move and he shoots
(rrrrat!) you’re done
Water couldn’t help these flames
While the breath in him yells praise his health seems grave
If karma were so romantic
This wouldn’t be a fantasy, I’d have a hammer with me
I would roll to your street and fan you with heat
Bet a flame explodes in the beak when the animal speaks
It could all be so simple
I wouldn’t have checked for you if I didn’t think you had somethin with you
The one thing I ever wanted was honesty
But honestly, how’d I ever think I would get it from you?
A lot of niggas I had are livin in drag, it’s sad
Though he’s shifty I’d give him a pass
As if it wouldn’t come back to bite me
Like he didn’t wear a mask and act just like me
Hindsight’s 20/20 for me, it’s funny, you fucked me
Even though the thrill in it’s dumb cheap
I represented for you people
Hell if I didn’t but Has isn’t who you cling to
How could I respect how you livin?
You’d sell me up a river, your image isn’t the real you
What’s your limit?
Track Name: Untitled #1 (Hold On)
They say knowledge is power and love is wealth
And to get right for what you love you go through hell
I should’ve been in school way before now
My hunger made it hard for me to focus on anything else
If there’s somebody I could’ve atoned to for that
I’d apologize like, yo I’m sorry
My old earth hates the fact I be up in the crib
‘cause I couldn’t find a job while she works all week
Mad arguments up in the rest
Like, everything you ever owned in your life you got off me
What’s the point of livin like that?
I’m ‘noyed livin like that
‘cause if I get it like that I’d give right back
But since money talks, money makes me out to be a liar
If only we could battle I would tell you put your lines up
When you come around people’s face light up
You can’t buy happiness but you can take my love
You can’t learn out a book how you gotta push
And even though life is hard you get out what you put
A life lesson makes school seem obsolete
Cutting class runnin from N.T.A.s in a hall-sweep
I wasn’t prepared for life after that
And my pops never cared
My mom was the man
In between that I figured out the rest for myself
My nana said that I remind her of my uncle ‘Dreil
‘cause he was skinny like you when he was your age
Only difference is he had a fro and you got braids
She was hatin on the raps I played
Until she heard it was me and said it’s beautiful
I should’ve helped you with your high cholesterol before it gave you a stroke
But didn’t, the nursing home left you bedridden
They got a nerve comin after us for the bill
When you lost mad weight in your frame and your grill
In a few weeks I bet you would’ve starved to death
Paperthin like them get well cards from your guests
I guess god was like “Millie needs to take a rest”
The fam’ couldn’t see stayin home’s how I coped
I was brain sick, so I threw myself in the zone
And worked on some music, I made The Undisputed
It seemed each day you’d waste away a little
then you came back like Lamon vs. Vladimir Clitzko
my eyes x-ray the city
then I avoid all the trappings
I been around for each new change in slang and fashion
I’ve seen the one who follows a trend or trendsets
I’ve seen shorty thinking she grown ‘cause she got breasts
Spend her money on some herb when she get her little check
Them dudes risk it all for a pump and some head
Sportin summertime babies from wintertime sex
I believed in a system that failed me, and fell deep
Fool me once, shame on me
How could I believe anything them bloodsuckers teach us?
We all graduated but we never gon’ be shit
Meaning my diploma is meaningless
I need a way to breath again so I had to regroup
I copped the MP deuce and plugged it up
Cook up tapes like Wolfgang Puck
Track Name: Sub-Ether
Verse 1:
You think I’m soft if I touch on emotion
And I ain’t on my 3rd bullet for heat holdin
Over in dover, DE with malik, rollin
Politickin on getting on, havin no ends
And platinum respect vs. your creative freedom
A struggle, it leaves men fatigued and weakened
So what your allegiance?
The art or the 8 o’clock freespin
Tap your inner region, reach in
Visualize the being inside and see him
Figure out where you begin and where the street ends
I may be god on earth but not a judge
My grip is tight like d-rugs, I seek love
It’s summer in, another year past in the week of
A day in the life of a struggling youth
Who would rather die than turn a blind eye to his roots
He’ll be alright though, his mother’s the proof
Ayo, here’s my exhibit if you wanted some proof
It’s all truth when I speak it up
Gather all the people up
Lead them like smoke signals and beatin drums
To where I’m speakin from
Before I beam you up


Hook:
I’m goin into Sub-Ether, Sub-Ether Drive

Verse 2:
My father’s side say I’m cold and unapproachable
That’s only half of it ‘cause they don’t really know the truth
I’m sayin how could you? I’m like a ghost to you
My heart is stone now and heavy as a boulder too
I feel the sting like the venom of a cobra tooth
To try and deaden the pain of what I’m goin through
I throw some liquor back, I don’t even know the proof
When my desires start becomin uncontrollable
I need some therapy or somethin to be goin to
But with no one that I can even get open to
Life perpetuates itself…
My only escape is this magnum opus jewel

Hook:
I’m goin into Sub-Ether, Sub-Ether Drive

Verse 3:
A job wants your educational and work history
When they decide visually
Whether they were digging me, or wasn’t really feelin me
The whole system is grimy and really cheap
And the school board is leavin all your children inadequate
And bein their only option, they have to spit
Unable to cater to his talent as an artist
Or the up and coming actresses up in your neighborhood
But I ain’t really crabbin it
Givin scholarships to the Ivy League cracker kids
But we’re so used to not havin shit that
Some of us don’t bother workin for it now
You better not ever let your dream get away from you
You gotta do you, them niggas only hang with you
You can’t base your decisions off what they would do
‘cause It’s a million ways to get major loot so
Don’t stifle yourself or be limited
But observe and keep listenin
‘cause I’ll find a way, Allah as my witness kid

Hook:
I’m goin into Sub-Ether, Sub-Ether Drive
Track Name: Forgotten Styles
Verse 1:
Report and highlight. Art imitates life
The written gem shinin like the wisdom in the eye of Christ
Black youth comprehend the science of life
Seein the reward of livin foul and then dyin trife
You could be a rap mogul
My word cut up and sculpt tunes to a fantasy we hold true
Life’s like a short story where you build wealth
And the cost is you lost touch with the old you
A lower class nobody
The opposite of what urban radio is sayin is a hot beat
You seem as if you disillusioned, my clique’s rulin
Iron fist movement, and the verse reveal the blueprint
Vocally I’ll stomp out beats and leave a giant shoe print
The new face in rap music
You be a player while I change the game if the rules are a nuisance
Rep for my ill unit
It ain’t nothing, I visualize seein how you livin the illusion
A trance when the beat’s bumpin
I could pioneer your hit like I’m rick ruben
Has-Lo is on production. Yea


Verse 2:
Communicate in Sub-Ether
Lovin rap even as a little youth when we used to rock a hustler or brushed ceasar
For the people home rappin to a mirror knowin something gotta change
Still seemin out of range
I know the feelin, they say I’m analytical
As if what they listen to is makin any real sense
A lost art’s reappearin, I’m livin proof
The street’s killin the youth, I try to shield them
Anyone you hear from is knowin Has goin hard
Never goin pop even though his song goin cross
So will ours only ya’ll couldn’t know the odds
I throw a bomb like a talk from the older gods
To get you amped like a volt to charge
Solid, I’m a cobra. Covert ops
You need help verifyin who the voice is
Yo, I shoot off raps like it was 3-pointers
It got weird when the biz grew enormous and corporate
Start a label and make your boys rich
We forget what it was like before this
But now we live and die for it. yo
Track Name: Untitled #2 (Conception To Procession)
From the moment of my conception
The foot of my fate using the effort of every muscle he could in his frame
To put on his weight, to push on the gas peddle
Propellin me here, to be the cat you might’ve slept on
Who deads your career
Is destiny. All I had to do was stay alive
Biding my time waitin for a sign to arrive
It came in the form of L.L.’s tape
The one that had the same title as the picture on the front of the case
9 years young in ’88, Rob Base
Easy E, Cube, Ren & Dre, G and Kane
Hammer on the first lp, EPMD
Nike, Reebok, Fila
Scrape a little tar off the curb, hold the needle on your spinning top
Dubbin the cassettes on my double deck boom box
Funny 3-quarter length tube socks
Run to the Koreans on the ave for a stop watch
Until the next thing; black, red & green
Black power, and Islam and talks by Farrakhan
Pete Rock and the Mecca Don
Groomed in the game by an array of all of the ultimate in rap ever
In any era to do it. ’92: Redman, ’93: Black Moon
I’m into high school, mad puerto ricans
In came the Wu-Tang, everything changed
The world of hip hop watched Rza make 7 straight classics
Nas shredded my dome with Illmatic
I spent ’95 married to the Mobb
When a mixtape used to be a Maxell U-R
S&S, Tony Touch, Clue and Doo Wop
Me and mike used to swap lps in class
He let me hold both Jeru and Gang Starr
We’d bang a joint like 3 days and trade off
When the real heads owned and shaped the heart and the soul of the art
That we authored and sold
Until them devils strong armed the control
And now it’s all corporate, but I ain’t in the pulpit
I just remember Tribe. I just remember walkin to the store in the summertime
To cop Stakes Is High
I just remember Com’ Sense, Bootcamp Clik
Black scully hats and my first pair of timbs
I saw rappers locked up, saw them get free
I saw rappers lose their careers over beef
I saw rappers on coke, crack, weed and d
I saw them in their prime die younger than me
I saw Biggie die on the eve of Life After Death
To see him alive in the video is eerie inside
Murdered by his own people. I guess ‘Pac wasn’t enough
I thought that all we got is us
The world of hip hop had hardly even gotten up
Then Big L took a frickin bullet in the brain a couple of weeks past
When my born day came, and Freaky Ty from the Lost Boyz got slain
And Big Pun’s health caught up and his heart failed him
We sat angered ‘cause we ain’t have the power to save him
But all things come to an end. Spring, summer to fall
Winter to spring and summer again
Now I’m hearin hip hop is dust in the wind
6 feet deep covered in dirt and dead under my timbs
Like it was one of our peeps, so we keep the essence alive
‘cause that’s the way that some of us live
I feel the hunger in my stomach and ribs
I’d rather starve for my craft, than slob for the math
And it’s a couple cats holdin it down
but in the mainstream current overflow and they drown
Track Name: Storm Clouds
Verse 1:
When the storm clouds roll in and sunlight fades
‘cause the palms of my hands absorb the solar rays
To engulf the earth in flame, the last days
A micro molecular spec’s the next phase
To evolution
Has, I’m hybrid humanoid fusion
Muscle mass balloon, iron glazed
Armor skin, slash ebony blend
Slang phrase, transform my braids to razor blades
To hack off your mic hand, blood splash your stage
Faces shocked. Crowd still swayed hypnotically
Policy, that of operative stee’ anonymous
Infrared seein silhouette where the problem is
Through enhanced photograph mapped in the software
Choreographed routines across air
Bring rains to cool down the surface of the planet
Anyone alive is left stranded
When the storm clouds…swarm the sky

Hook:
When the storm clouds swarm the sky…

Verse 2:
The next epic, much more than battle of Olympus
Diamond tipped needle cut a record twelve inches
Soldier of a new day, deep inside of trenches
Heavy arm defense when murder is senseless
I acquired power still unique to theory
Earthquakes break gaping holes in your realties
My love was a nine-headed hydra in human disguise
It killed me inside but waitin for the real queen
I’m now unfeeling unemotional, sober view
Greek god Apollo, flesh vessel Has-Lo
Mind elevation be the message in a bottle
That breaks through our green and blue sphere through the cosmos
Through the galaxies and the nebulas
Set to bust if these cut atoms ever touch

Hook:
When the storm clouds swarm the sky…

Verse 3:
In forty days, a mountain range began to raise
Erosion reanimated earth under waves
Surreal by comparison to late film or cinema
Salt in the floods corrode the inner crust
And the outer crust flushed in the volcanic ash
You inhale, it pass through your nasal like coke dust
The lack of oxygen’ll give a slow rush
Lightening strikes trees with the speed of king cobras
Struggling to get a breath of air but it chokes us
Search for a sun in the sky with no luck
Smell the rancid plants and fruit, gag ‘til you throw up
I slide off like when tectonic plates touch
Something very delicate
When you oppose, I carve sharp ends on wooden poles to impale him with
You froze; your whole frame adheres to the scenery
Fatal blows are dealt quite frequently
Track Name: Subliminal Oppression
Verse 1:
As I define the mystery in your religion
To help you understand the metaphor within the written
You take it literal when it’s really historical and part fiction
To resurrect a man when they killed him
To bring him out Gehenna into the physical realm that we live in
Condemn us in flame is there a difference?
If Pope John Paul the 2nd would tell us “hell is a man who kept relation to god and himself separate” how would heaven move beyond a psychological place?
How could the medium between a man and god be a saint?
I guess the body of Christ is bread of life, while the fish’ll be the knowledge he gained
Is the meaning of life belying belief, or is the lord overseeing the work that he created, hate what I became?
Before Osama came, they probably thought the antichrist was Sodom Hussein
While the clairvoyant is saying the angel in the book of revelations’ll turn the sky a color bright as gun powder and flame
Is your future within optical range?
It seems strange, just maintain

Hook:
The priest telling you lies that sound true
Try and control me, try and control you
The preacher telling you lies that sound true
Try and control me, try and control you
Believe half of what you see, none of what you hear
The organized church putting lies in the air that sound true
To keep your mind in a zoo
Try and control me, try and control you

Verse 2:
Someday we’ll be kings and queens like we’re meant to be
Visions of us occupying the throne offend the weak
I know I wasn’t put here for academics and getting degrees
But I can either live in the street, or die in the booth
Lookin for some kinda respect as if I’m ‘Pac holdin his iron in Juice
Are you loyal and you finding your crew is your threat?
‘cause little shorty with the tre-eight can pop you and jet
When your obvious threat and worse enemy is you
The pleaure in fear is novelty yet, you still chase it
Lust for money and chains is really ancient
It ain’t switch, though the style and form of wealth changes
Like gold to platinum, linoleum or wooden grain dance floors
from cardboard and back spins
does your lifestyle reflect within your actions, or would you rather keep it hidden?
They say Allah’s children; arise out of the womb of black women
And 1/99 was my year of understanding
And number 3 is just that. You multiply nine 3 times
And god’s born through your wisdom
Your bloodline reinvented and still livin
They say when you die, you’re sucked through a tube or a vacuum
of bright light and tunnel vision, to judge us
could physical death be like prison?
Well if it is then, one day we’ll all do a stint but for now just live, live, live
Don’t be oppressed

Hook:
The priest telling you lies that sound true
Try and control me, try and control you
The preacher telling you lies that sound true
Try and control me, try and control you
Believe half of what you see, none of what you hear
The organized church putting lies in the air that sound true
To keep your mind in a zoo
Try and control me, try and control you
Track Name: Everything Is (Oddisee Remix)
Verse 1:
So much weight in the hands of fate,
In the hands of time, as it passes by
And I have less to say, and I’m past my prime
And you listen when I spit, but you can’t relate
‘cause I’m a relic. Better I should leave you with this
And you see me as I am, than a reason to quit
This is me. The kid with the sick granny
Who dreamed I could sit pretty, and I could lift grammys
And I was better off rich
and now I’m older with issues the money can’t fix
how naïve that I could be
I exist in the guise of a life complete
I compete to win though I lose myself
In a penthouse room, with a view from hell
Wow, take a look…
Say the hook.

Hook:
When your money ain’t right it seems like everything’s wrong
‘cause everything is
When your love ain’t life it feels like everything’s gone
‘cause everything is
And you search for it, and you hurt for it
And you promise each other you’ll work on it
And you might have to let it go free ‘cause it never was yours
But that’s everything.

Verse 2:
So…when I’m old and gray
And the flesh on the bone wouldn’t hold
And corrodes away…from the root
This is but a truth, this is nothing new
This is me running from the moon I spend
Every night wide awake.
Fighting sleep like it was the cousin of death
Nothing left in the pen
Stressed ‘cause the raps don’t fit,
and the flows don’t work, and the words come less,
and verse won’t stretch like it used to
and I spit much more than I’m moved to
it’s like, being cuffed to a foul friend
now and then you remember how it was
but how it is now is a far cry from it
better off dumping it but you hang with it out of love
kinda bugged…kinda nuts.

Hook:
When your money ain’t right it seems like everything’s wrong
‘cause everything is
When your love ain’t life it feels like everything’s gone
‘cause everything is
And you search for it, and you hurt for it
And you promise each other you’ll work on it
And you might have to let it go free ‘cause it never was yours
But that’s everything.