Thought Process

[Verse 1: T-Mo] Let me get a chop at this lumber Niggas from down Underground, they hangin' around the A-Town Lookin' for a come up, workin' from nine to five Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive Not greedy or livin' lavish yet, but you can bet That when I do, nobody from my crew will I forget If I start to get large and come up on some change I won't change, everybody know they down It's not the same, everyday life can be different These laws got me ready to brawl 'cause I fall a victim So I still be slingin' them fat pillows to make 'em meet Each and every day as I comb my city streets Sometimes I wish I never had been a part of this mess 'Cause the system got us fucked up It put us to the test, women and men, if you black, you in Food for the soul, listen to what I tell you It don't matter, young or old It's time we loc' up and do like we suppose We killin' each other over this bullshit and some clothes We trapped off in this world's society with no place else to go So how you feel? [Verse 2: Khujo] Frustrated, irritated Sometimes I don't know myself, I be too numb To feel something sometimes, so I dig deep Get in the Cherokee Let my mind fly free into the wilderness So I can get this shit off my mind That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes It keep me from snappin', keeps me calm Keeps my mind open, keeps me fond Of what I gots to do off in the studio To get my old bird back on her feet And my little bro in Statesboro And my little cuz Mark Twain All my folks that hang with me When I was out in the trap or when I was goin' Through one of our episodes, only God knows What I go through, so I get down on my knees Sometimes I come home too high to pray But I get on my bed, lay on my back And meditate, anyway, in the ceiling The four walls, it's like cell therapy Got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E Put it down on paper Man, so what you feelin' like? [Bridge: Cee-Lo & Khujo] I live for today, motherfuck another hour It might be sour, never know my day so I'm prayin' in the shower Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad, I'm lookin' for good In the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood There's people killin' in the street to eat Survivin' the day is the only goal that I set Just to make it home, I'm not alone Someone's out to get me when I haven't done shit wrong [Verse 3: Big Gipp] My head felt swoll', messed up, couldn't see past my mouth What route did you take, man? Got me by the loops of my pants Got me on the curb lettin' the traffic pass me by No questions, I said nothing Lookin' for the mutant to be buckin' the law, naw man, Gipp Showed him my shit, closed my mouth. then I dip See, to me, a G is a person who understands the plan Can't make no moves when you in the hands of the man They got some new suites down Peachtree Left wing for the feds, right wing for the hardheads Makin' more deals than Buddy Fowlkes made with Hartsfield Somebody don't want my face in this place for ‘96, shit's slick Car be clean, lookin' fresh, dog be scratchin' at my chest Under the order of who? Guess who, ain't none iller Than Miller, wanna 1-2 your ass No more life, what you gave is the past, 'cause ain't no future Wanna Miller camp your case, disgrace your face Make it seem to be safe, ain't no place to run [Verse 4: Cee-Lo] Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat 'Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street Shit, might see a nigga on TV But hell, it's almost like I'm rappin' for free That little money be gone God dammit, I'm grown Gotta help keep the heat and the lights on It would be nice to have more But I kind of like bein' poor At least I know what my friends here for I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't I wanna tell you that it's all good, but it ain't It's niggas hurtin' and uncertain about If they gon' make it or not, that's why we got niggas killing Feelin' like they comin' up off a little dope they sold You can get some gold but we won't make it as a whole 'Cause without you, there'd be no me And without no unity, there will never be any happiness You could smoke a pound of sess And it still won't relieve your stress God bless My thought process [Verse 5: André 3000] The thought process Now Now as an outcast, I was born, wasn't warned of the harm That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life Done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin' Like elevators, but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons I got off at the thirteenth floor, when they told me that it wasn't one They said it skipped from twelve to fourteen Still smoking, still drinking No, I'm sittin' on the Lincoln, 4 AM, thinking That in reality the world is like a ball full of players We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers And only prayer is the tightest game that you can have The devil's takin' a swing, that might explain the broken glass But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play, right? Huh, only thing we feared was Williams, Wayne Never thought about hittin' licks or slingin' 'caine Did not think I'd be the one to give in to abortion Label me murderer because my ass is scorchin' Hot from the Glock that sits under my seat Yeah, it's real fucked up that my folks come to get me And it's like that Yeah, uh-huh, yeah, and it's like them