Family

Whenever I do my hair
I do it with my mothers and my brothers
And my sisters, aunties, uncles
And my cousins and all my loved ones.
Probably why
I find it difficult
To ask anyone for something
Everybody got me
And I got me; can't really ask for nothin
If I want it, I get it
Don't waste no time doing nothing
Come on, Come on
We don't waste time doing nothing
I get my grit
From my mother
Who died jumping off
Slave ships and peace
From my auntie who was lulled to sleep
With that jazz
Being played from above her home
In basement.
I'd still be dropping them tabs
If my uncles didn't save me
Peyote every month ain't
Nothing to acid for three days
Maybe I'd
Be dropping yo' ass
But the chill that gave

Got me thinking
Got me rapping again
Got me thinking, got me rapping again
Yeah, got me thinking
Got me rapping again
Got me thinking, got me rapping again

I'm used to all of my heroes seeing me in awe at their murals
I promised world and some islands
Why I'm so focused and violet, 'cause
I ain't make it that far
Probably why
I'm stressing my teachers
I'm still aligning that arch
And I love all your opinions, 'cause we are right to a fault
Why I won't take you out of your context
judge you on your process,
and talk trash behind your back, 'cause
Really I'm astonished
The woes you woke, the wars you fought to keep
Your life in balance are valid
And I'm challenged by that
I love you
I remember thinking everyone needs LSD to live life full
Spike the punch & spike the lunch, see what a trip would do
I was 22, maybe 21, with shit to prove
The toughest blunt, the toughest front was it was shrooms
Can't make this up, the acid too
All are one and all is you
All of this and all of that, made you look and take it back
What's this life and what's it worth
Did you know that once you got time, it takes time to understand time
So once you got time, you're still wasting Time
While I remain cognizant of my highest sense,
Been the highest since choosing grand mastery over cash
And acknowledgments
I've been dope
Time to come in with what I came for
Aim high, study up 'til that thang blow
I say though
How's it feel to accomplish everything you aged for

Whenever I do my hair
I do it with my mothers and my brothers
And my sisters, aunties, uncles
And my cousins and all my loved ones
Probably why
I find it difficult
To ask anyone for something
Everybody got me
And I got me; can't really ask for nothin
If I want it, I get it
Don't waste no time doing nothing
Come on, Come on
We don't waste time doing nothing
I get my grit
From my mother
Who died jumping off
Slave ships and peace
From my auntie who was lulled to sleep
With that jazz
Being played from above her home
In basement
I'd still be dropping them tabs
If my uncles didn't save me
Peyote every month ain't
Nothing to acid for three days
Maybe I'd
Be dropping yo' ass
But the chill that gave

Got me thinking
Got me rapping again
Got me thinking, got me rapping again
Yeah, got me thinking
Got me rapping again
Got me thinking, got me rapping again