Two Cents

You're the sweetest thing I have ever known And to think that you are mine alone There is no - Yeah, let me do this, make the music to make the movements I spit my two cents, going doofus, I'm 'bout to lose it Want retribution and restitution with less confusion My execution is evolution, my soul is losing Uncle Sam don't give a damn, he got a paper route You got some dreams, but it's designed so you can't make it out Go to work and pay your bills, no time to think about You getting paid, but they never bring the change around Laying down, my brain's a goner The swords and armor we rely on, it's just hope and karma Always judging like your honor, only tears and trauma Boy, you gotta chase the comma, gotta get the comma Man, I'm 'bout to crash out, pull the MACs out, it's time to spaz out My last straw, already passed out, I'm a cash cow My brain's rich, put my hands out, this how it's planned out Think you see the picture? Don't forget the camera pans out Let me do this, make the music to make the movements I spit my two cents, going doofus, I'm 'bout to lose it Want retribution and restitution with less confusion My execution is evolution, my soul is losing Yeah, the devil's coming (coming) Boy, you better start running (running) When he shows up at the function No discussion (bap) I want what's mine, that's lost money and lost time I'm so confined, my open mind turned Columbine The wall is up, it's all designed to not be climbed Greatness defined, yet so broke, let me hold a dime The stars aligned, put all that matters on all the platters Hold the ch-ch-chatter, or choppa scatter and leave you tattered All we know is disaster, back is always against the plastic You can be an Alpha, even Kappa, he still gon' cap ya He don't care about an alma mater (nope) He ain't going off to college, gotta raise a daughter He raised her proper, went to school, she wanna be a doctor He can't afford tuition, but he wanna see her prosper Think fast, make a plan, come out on top He got a place he gonna rob, he know just the spot He said, "Empty out your pockets, gimme all you got Put the money in the bag, it's not worth getting shot" "Everybody on they knees, I won't ask, please" He took the money from the safe, got about a hundred Gs Then he dipped out the back, now his mind's at ease Until he popped around the corner, all he heard was, "Freeze," damn Moral of the story is, there isn't one You flip a coin and pick a side for a victim The only outcome they'll care about is income I just hope I live long enough to get to live some Let me do this, make the music to make the movements I spit my two cents, going doofus, I'm 'bout to lose it Want retribution and restitution with less confusion My execution is evolution, my soul is losing Yeah, the devil's coming (coming) Boy, you better start running (running) When he shows up at the function No discussion (bap)