Lyrics The Sky - Tom Pepe

Yo, knowmads, days up hands down, mo ten, no talk
Well, I got people on my ass like I missed a court date
Like you need to be at the studio but of course that I'm late
I'm trying to lay it down I get off at four if you'll wait
You need to stop this nine to five get your priorities straight
Cause see there's people saying that I'm not a MC
Counting whether or not this hip hop is still in me
But really its silly for you to even question why
We make this music cause we do it to prove to you its still alive
Take a look in my eyes and tell me what you see
Is it cars and jewelry or rhythm and poetry
Doing shows every week so these hoes will notice me
Or flowing deep over the dopest beats so hopefully
Every night when I'm burnt out and close to defeat
I can go to sleep knowing there's some homies that I'll reach
Cause its not solely for geeks or only for the streets
Its for anybody out there with a soul that can speak
I love feedback please criticize what I'm creating
Don't hit me with a text I want to feel what you're saying
Is the track incomplete or the way that I'm behaving
Is it the bars or the beats or the fact I ain't shaving
Is it cause we came a long way since tracks in the basement
Either trash or amazing we had to make a statement
Forget a rose growing we smash through the pavement
Now we wander in our roots and getting back to the basics
Yep, and I don't know if I can really help you
With your life through the music that I sell you
But I sweat for the stories that I tell you
I drank a lot of vodka smoked an L too
Many days that I lost to the chain smoke
Hella jealous of some greaser chillin' in a range rove
Dodging life like I'm playing for the Angels
You probably heard some rumors only some of it is true
Feeling cool after spittin' nothing to do
Finally got over my ex when my dreams started to come true
Sometimes I dream like what is the world coming to
My friends don't react slow living Lupe Fiasco's
Kicking it pushing Kush with girls who sex like Tabasco
My friends think I'm losing it
Making moves just out for the cash flow
Hated often for the people like I'm Fidel Castro
They think I'm stupid you should see me in my class bro
Sill when you meet me I'm a narcissistic asshole
My homies pillin pouring powder out the capsule
I kill my lungs off the bongs and take a fat pull
I shine bright and my rhymes never rap
I'm trying to do the right thing at every pass though
Staying true to one's soul is quite a task full
Smoked green when I earn and burn fast though
What you learn just to part with a match go
Spending moments in the flame until we pass so
(Hold on, hold on to what you believe in, hold on)
And I've been looking at the sky she been doing fine
Humans ain't eternal cause we soon to die yo
Too soon for some like the ones we love
Wonder where to place the blame maybe on the drugs
Or maybe its the way that we living
And we pray that we stay here to raise our children
Still then while we filling up our gas tanks
How about the army sorry but I'll pass thanks
But the offer to recruiters in our schools
And the motherfucking government be taking us for fools
Cause we don't really need the oil that bad
And the CIA is dirty as the soil in Iraq
I've been working on a piece with some foil and attack
Trying to separate what was real from what they be calling facts and
I been looking at the news got a different set of views
From the rest made me wonder if its skewed
Is it me, is it you, is it, is it what, is it, is it, is it, is it
Is it me, is it you, is it, is it, is it what ya ya