Alls well that ends well...

[TraceOneInfinite]

younger days chip on my shoulder
more like a boulder
more like wantin to explode
not given a fuck if I grew older
Wantin to pause life
spit at the past
wanted to spit at my dad
or put my fist in his back
or put this head through this mirror
Or go out even sooner
watched Pac get shot and blasted
Some wish his life had lasted
But all Pac ever asked
Was bury him a fuckin G in his casket
Emirates at the end of 06' finally did it
Burned every fuckin bridge dead ended
Pushed it all to the limits
More short-sighted than a midget
Till the day I sat in Africa with an oune of hash
atlast saw my life blow up in smoke
and asked each question as I viewed life slowly
passin around deep talk with my homies
touhed my subconscious with the ganja
Listened to Lucky Dube as life passed like a movie
Till I'm back in 6th grade best friends room
Consumed in seconds of thoughts that lasted eternity
so many years gun in hand tryin to murder me
Till the ganja performed heart intensive surgery
Till I soaked into the way of life of another country
Till I had something to see that was another me
That was another life, I was "On My Own" like Lucky Dube
till years passed and found myself in bad scenary
but to make myself self-effaced go out in blaze
my mind reverted in-advertently
Maybe it was my homeboy that saved me
or maybe I shudve gone ahead and done things Shady
But for whatever I moved on and things got better inevitably
treated my final days in the country delicately
Cause Alls well that ends well u see


younger days chip on my shoulder
more like a boulder
world owes me, I'm a loner
fuck if I grew older
Wantin to pause life
spit at the past
wanted to spit at my step-dad
or put my fist in his back
or put this head through this mirror
Or go out even sooner
watched Pac get shot and blasted
Some wish his life had lasted
But all Pac ever asked
Was bury him a fuckin G in his casket
then in 06' finally did it
Burned every fuckin bridge dead ended
Pushed it all to the limits
More short-sighted than a midget
Till the day I sat back with an oune of hash
atlast saw my life blow up in smoke
and asked each question as I viewed life slowly
passin around deep talk with my homies
touhed my subconscious with the ganja
Listened to Lucky Dube as life passed like a movie
Till I'm back in 6th grade best friends room
Consumed in seconds of thoughts that lasted eternity
so many years gun in hand tryin to murder me
Till the ganja performed heart intensive surgery
Till I soaked into the way of life of another country
Till I had something to see that was another me
That was another life, I was "On My Own" like Lucky Dube
till years passed and found myself in bad scenary
but to make myself self-effaced go out in blaze
my mind reverted in-advertently
Maybe it was my homeboy that saved me
or maybe I shudve gone ahead and done things Shady
But for whatever I moved on and things got better inevitably
treated my final days in the country delicately
Cause Alls well that ends well u see

[Triple OG Rapsodie]

 

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younger days chip on my shoulder
more like a boulder
more like wantin to explode
not given a fuck if I grew older
Wantin to pause life
spit at the past
wanted to spit at my dad
or put my fist in his back
or put this head through this mirror

Grow the fuck up already, you're a grown ass man and you still blame your dad for your pathetic existence.  Talking about how alls well that ends well and your spiritual journey but you still blame your dad.  And don't even act like you don't because if you truly moved on as a man you would still find the need to spew that type of hatred.  You're a pathetic excuse of man.