Things used to be different than we perceive
Now I believe thoughts that we could only dream
Those thoughts in my head
Believe me, I tried to keep them thots up out of my bed
I never give in
You're weakest links give me power to win
I write from within
As I'm paving this jagged path for myself
One day Imma see, *baby please*
That brick by brick, Imma build you a house
On tap like a spout
You're too young and naive to talk to me like your spouse
I'm watching you travel south, but as I observe I think I got too caught up myself
I got caught in the wind, like a drift from within
Had dreams to buy to you a Benz just to go ride with your friends
I never ask for too much, maybe I ask for too little
I said that's violence like fiddles, I move in silence and riddle