Conception

[Chorus: Reek Ruffin]

Where I go, where I go from here?

Oh I, know I, could be nowhere

And trust that all that money's good for nothin’ if you scared

Singin', yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Black Thought]

Look

I am no fashion model but

I got fresh for photographers

The camo coat had the collar up

'Cause my emotions was bottled up

And though the ocean did not erupt

It turned up ’til it's loud enough

To just make somethin' out of us

Pass the shadow of a doubt in us

Godly, geometry and calculus

That I can move any mountain with

A nigga gotta be an alchemist

Tryna create another avenue of revenue

Or several because I'm in love with havin' you

Security is just a whole 'nother animal

I can't assume Xanadu had a panic room

I wish the man in the moon had a manual

And gratitude for the wishes I granted you

A lifetime, finally I'm understandin’ you

The lifelines that delines in a hand or two

And how it’s difficult to undo the damage you've done

Once the codes run under the scanner too

So if you capture the flame and it’s painful

You just charge that to the game

'Cause it's shameful to just fall back and complain

That you fractured the laws of attraction again

Focus on a more passionate plane

No conception's immaculate, man

[Chorus: Reek Ruffin]

Where I go, where I go from here?

Oh I, know I, could be nowhere

And trust that all that money’s good for nothin' if you scared

Singin', yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Black Thought]

Once again to the well, I went

While the soul man screamed bloody hell out there

I'm tryna decode the meaning of the spell I'm in

And I don't even know what fucking hotel I'm in

I checked in as the monarch of mel-a-nin

The el-a-phant, my body is a shell I'm in

Piecin' myself together, teachin' myself to never

Let one loss divorce my devel-op-ment

Reminds me of Ego Trippin' like Nikki Giovanni

Wishin' the system might deliver me a body

Cum laude, the rug on the floor was from Saudi

The message I'd hung on the door was unrowdy

No dowry, the price of it all was one cowrie

Now we the last flophouse on The Bowery

Human traffickin', moving Africans

Still grappling with fantasies, fill the bracket in

And if you capture the flame, and it's painful

Then just charge that to the game

'Cause it's shameful to just fall back and complain

That you fractured the laws of attraction, again

Focus on a more passionate plane

Estimate a more accurate frame

Of time, a frame of mind attached to the sane

No conception's immaculate, man

[Chorus: Reek Ruffin]

Where I go, where I go from here?

Oh I, know I, could be nowhere

And trust that all that money's good for nothin' if you scared

Singin', yeah, yeah

Where I go, where I go from here?

Oh I, know I, could be nowhere

And trust that all that money's good for nothin' if you scared

Singin', yeah, yeah