Preconditioned to accept the scraps
That we've been given
So we can make a decent meal
But a decent living
Is more elusive
The middle class
Growing more exclusive
Victims are what the system produces
Some are abusive
Afraid to penny-pinch
You control a man if you control his mind
Willie Lynch
Some would rather live in fear
And be enslaved
Than to see
There's more to life and be amazed
They would sooner shun the world
And spend their days
Chained up shadow-watching
In allegorical caves
But if you knew better
You'd do better they claim
Sometimes I think Plato
Would be ashamed
Everybody got a story
But how many of us listen
I'm trying to make a dollar
And I'm trying to make a difference
I'm just trying to find my way
Man I'm just trying to find my way
Walking down the road to glory
Got off the road to perdition
Wrote and revised the plan
Time to carry out the mission
I'm just trying to find my way
Man I'm just trying to find my way
(Hello)
Heavenly Father can you hear me
I'm calling cause my heart is heavy
And I'm growing weary
Every now-and-then I get this fear
That you aren't near me
Guess I get bad reception
And I can't hear you as clearly
But hopefully you can hear me though
Cause I need your advice
What am I s'pose to be doing
What's my purpose in life
Made a lot of decisions
But how many were right
Miss my mama to death
Just hope she ain't die in spite
Mama told me she loved me
Every single time we spoke
Shoulda told her that I hated
Every single drink she gulped
Shoulda told her that I hated
Every cigarette she smoked
Shoulda told her that
I'll love her more than she could ever know
Didn't know at twenty one
That was a pain that I would feel
She had just turned forty four
The month before
It was real
Almost dropped out of college
Didn't know how to deal
Thank God for my girl
The one that helped me heal
When I was trying to find my way
Everybody got a story
But how many of us listen
I'm trying to make a dollar
And I'm trying to make a difference
I'm just trying to find my way
Man I'm just trying to find my way
Walking down the road to glory
Got off the road to perdition
Wrote and revised the plan
Time to carry out the mission
I'm just trying to find my way
Man I'm just trying to find my way
Unfortunately
My father
Never had his father
In his life
Father figures gave him
Fatherly advice
But he fathered his sons
Coulda been two
Fatherless sons
Two brothers with single mothers
Who needed other income
To help us become
Something
And get up out of these slums
Never did live in poverty
But we ain't live far from it
We from the D
Where life is difficult indeed
Don't judge a book by it's cover though
Pick it up and read
'Til you wanna succeed
As bad as you wanna breathe
You will never be successful
And I am in dire need of
All the air inside this room
'Til I lie inside a tomb
Gotta make the most outta my time
Ain't no time to
Focus on what isn't or wasn't
I gotta get it because it
Isn't gonna be given to me
Meaning imma have to take it
And you can betcha bottom dollar
Imma make it
But you can say you knew me
When I find my way
Everybody got a story
But how many of us listen
I'm trying to make a dollar
And I'm trying to make a difference
I'm just trying to find my way
Man I'm just trying to find my way
Walking down the road to glory
Got off the road to perdition
Wrote and revised the plan
Time to carry out the mission
I'm just trying to find my way
Man I'm just trying to find my way
Everybody got a story
But how many of us listen
I'm trying to make a dollar
And I'm trying to make a difference
I'm just trying to find my way
Man I'm just trying to find my way
Walking down the road to glory
Got off the road to perdition
Wrote and revised the plan
Time to carry out the mission
I'm just trying to find my way
Man I'm just trying to find my way