Codes and Cab Fare

[Verse 1: Black Milk]

King without a care, frownin' while the crown lay on they head

Crew recruitin' Huey Newton, chair sittin' hand holding spear

You was on a star chase, I was in a dark place

Lookin' for that glair

Lookin' for that light ahead

Days got dimmer starin' down that dark tunnel

Hopin' that you see a glimmer when them walls start crumblin'

Calls stop comin' in

People start mumblin'

Stomach start rumblin'

Need to hear applause and the fans call once again

Cab driver make a right, right up at the light

Destination: life

But stay here for a moment

I shouldn't be that long just keep the meter goin'

Keep the meter rollin' while I go in for a few

Left a song for the little one, tell him Dad cares

Wish I could've stayed longer, gotta pay this cab fare

But um, you hopin' better days'll come

Face to face with reality, no VH1

I sit back some, Watchin' my niggas that spark live

That's waitin' for sunraise to penetrate dark clouds

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

So I'm standin between vanity and foolish pride

On 7 Mile and Telegraph where the two collide

If I'm a man amongst kings and gods, who am I

For leavin' so many crucified or coup d'etated

I'm from the D where everything is very do or die

My will to survive is what's separating you and I

My memoirs is revolutionary suicide

Now, who the realist nigga alive? Well you decide

This rusty .45 is never under-utilized

What goes down like a logo on a Puma Clyde? Homicide

Probably on these loudmouth bumbaclots

Thinking it's cool to walk around not supervised

But fuck supervision, cuz you and you can get it

Lately I've been having premonitions of superstition

But if I stepped into the confessional, who would listen?

I need to change my ways, show me the new religion