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