The Narrow Path

[Intro] Uh, who want some more? Straight out the park Hip-hop shit, you know what I'm sayin'? Come on Uh, turn it up (Yeah) I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy It ain't easy to jock, for real, yo [Verse 1] Picture me sitting in front of eighty-eight keys tryna escape From a shady place where babies blaze trees on a daily day Tryna get they gravy straight to floss, Co$$ told me, "Homie watch it These ladies play dirty games once you get to grinding" Where niggas pitch as quick as Nolan Ryan Holding iron, blowing smoke, elope in fire, flame spitting The game is just a way to escape And our pain is just a way we can relate to folks crying Finding ways I can make a difference, but fuck wishing on a star 'Cause the percentage of getting what you envisioned is small And the stars barely shine in the city, so we're blinded By the man-made bright lights, making my eyes shifty Feel me out, hear me now, crying childs of the ghetto Letting go a beautiful sound, it's kinda falsetto Hello Hell, welcome to L.A. where devils that dwell play They meddle with metal and letting every shell spray Until day dawns, I make songs for the long road travelers And lost souls after us Spitting lyrics vicious like I’m mad as fuck Packing up my bags, hopping back on the narrow path that’s planned for us [Chorus] I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this shit lifted off of my soul I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this shit lifted off of my soul [Verse 2] Yeah, in this world that I'm living in I've given into sex, stress and dividends Los Angeles metropolis, city of vexed citizens Folks that smoke infinite dope and hope living in Poverty is probably the less stressed position to go So we don’t have positions to hold So we pitch snow and live in the cold In Hell inhaling, feeling Heaven is close But like roadkill, I'm still on this road Bold as any soldier playing his role I stroll the streets in the cold, even in summer heat, it gets cold So we strolling with the heat and it's cold It’s been a long troublesome road and I'm still traveling And fuck battling, just managing, life is challenging Though I managed to make it, I damaged the places Up in my mind, life and times of Los Angeles' greatest Wasting time, wasting lifespans fucking around I'm spitting deep shit stuck underground So just dig it or don't fuck with it Or don't fuck with it Because you can't fuck with it, uh, uh [Chorus] I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this shit lifted off of my soul I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this shit lifted off of my soul [Verse 3] Check it, and I'll be playing Escapism by Pete Rock Hot, watching police plot knocks to get my peeps locked Smiling as my teeth rot from eating sugar coated quotes Smoking dope to float away, but hey, the air is nice up there I swear the feeling's good as chilling with a nice cold beer We fallen angels, rocking halos like it's priced up gear And if you need me, just ring me, shit I'll be right up here Where fear is non-existent (Yeah) Instead of drifting in a prison where my mind's restricted Where my mom is wishing, tryna get her broken promise mended I'm training to be a seamstress, sewing holes that dreams fit Fiends bring broken clocks, tryna get their dreams fixed Ticking, itching, tocking, watching, God is watching you But you rather have a watch with lots of diamonds, I've been fooled By the word a few times, but who cares if Blu rhymes About hoes or saving souls? They wanna hear that beat ride I rewind and try to play back the days when they would play stacks Of 8-tracks to recline, now we blaze sacks Taking back the feeling hidden in me when we used to smile 'Member that? It's been a while, so I'm blowing off the dust Brush the dirt up off my nuts, got this feeling in my gut I'm tryna let it out, so if you with me, listen up Listen, listen up, if you with me, listen up 'Cause uh, I got this feeling in my gut, what the fuck? [Chorus] I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this shit lifted off of my soul I'm tryna tell my folks that flowing ain't easy Traveling down this yellow brick road until it frees me I need a pen, I need a pad, I need a place to go To get this shit lifted off of my soul [Outro] Yeah, uh, what up, Ex? Uh, B, The Liberty Project, Mig Money I wanna send one out to the hometown: Bridgetown! Yeah, DS, Aloe Blacc Cashus King, Donnie Smokes, Jon Ox Pac D, Trek Life, Raach Steady and the Monstas And all my folks, K-M to the A-M (Dirty Science) Once again, yeah From the S-I-C to y'all, come on Uh, yeah, Los Angeles