Pencil Hatred

All I have is this pencil hatred
fuck it I'll never make it
been so high I look down on stars with my back to the pavement
knowing street corners like the back of my hand
take my hand little man you can learn to sell a couple grams

All I have is this pencil hatred
fuck it I'll never make it
been so high I look down on stars with my back to the pavement
knowing street corners like the back of my hand
take my hand little man

I've been playing with razor blades since I was a short flame
young blood in the game all Nigga know is pain
anti love in my veins and alcohol tears
I've got cocaine dreams and American nightmares
is this it? it aint enough to keep me on a visit
I just wanna quit this bull shit I'm living
9 to 5 I'm 25 can't see me here at 55
I got trouble simply coping with tomorrow
today's just another empty bottle
wobble bobble borrow, borrow
just another number in the lotto
but I don't wanna follow
no I don't wanna no I don't wanna no I don't wanna to swallow
no I don't wanna gobble
I want the impossible trust me son it's possible
from ghetto hell to fairy tales
if life is what you make of it
music's what I take from it
life is what you take from it
than music's what I make of it
music's what I make of it


All I have is this pencil hatred
fuck it I'll never make it
been so high I look down on stars with my back to the pavement
knowing street corners like the back of my hand
take my hand little man you can learn to sell a couple grams



My pain is the world that I carry on my head
balancing the weight walking like an African
so far from my heart land my heart never mends
the pain never ends will I ever meet my ends
as I battle to the to the end to the end
and then I start again in a new skin
suffocated in this pencil hatred
yo this isn't real life it's a stenciled matrix
all I have is my time but I have no patience
living life like my death quick and painless
dying with my secrets like a secret agent
engraving my grave in a stone basement
stoned with a face lift
will I ever make it diving off this slave ship
where everybody salves to be rich and famous
if your world goes to hell tell your Gods to blame us, us
big dreamers drug dealers in god we trust
giving in to everything but never giving up
never never giving up never giving up
never giving up never never giving up
never giving up never never giving up

All I have is this pencil hatred
fuck it I'll never make it
been so high I look down on stars with my back to the pavement
knowing street corners like the back of my hand
take m y hand little man

All I have is this pencil hatred
fuck it I'll never make it
been so high I look down on stars with my back to the pavement
knowing street corners like the back of my hand
take m y hand little man
you could learn to sell a couple grams....