When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.
All of us are sparks, and the whole universe is a fireworks show. How does YOUR spark manifest in the world? Is it progressive or effective? And what will it leave on this earth when it has moved on?
Set the scene, three thousand degrees
Ain’t worried ‘bout them fuck niggas over there, but they worried ‘bout me
I got a homeboy named Butta and another homeboy, that nigga named Cheese
Fuck with me baby, I make it milk till it drip down yo knees
Spit this shit fo’ rillo, brain brillo
Kiddo say he looks up to me, this just makes me feel old
Never thought that we could become someone else’s hero
Man, we were just in the food court, eating our gyros
Yesterday, that’s the way, every single mornin’ I try to pray
Grandmom ‘n’ them, they never forgot, and nothin’ else really mean none to me
I ain’t stuntin’ to beat, talkin’ to me?
…. why you fuckin’ with me? Move on, ain’t none to see
Pssh, always somethin’ to salt, I’m the raw, off the rip
‘Cause of him, all of them, will remember the men
And that they fell in love with rap, black like havin’ your cousin back
Blue like when that rent is due, cream like when I’m lovin’ you
