Текст песни Vices - Doc Jones feat. Ro Davis

Mentally paralyzed
Equipped with your third eye
You′re mentally paralyzed
Equipped with your third eye

Ughh
Just relax and let your soul grab the beat a little
Lately, I been going off the mental
I ain't need a pencil
Shit
Or an ink pen
See my flows is deep in
I′m creating tsunamis
In the studio's I creep in
A studious freshmen
Just came to cash a check in
I'm out to buy a Sega Genesis
And a game of Tekken
My flows is reckless
I′m the best with this message
I′m connecting with restless
Broke niggas steady stressin'
And the ones who be flexin′
Cause he ain't never had shit
Except a broken home
And a bunch of bad habits
Young niggas who don′t even know
Where the fuck his dad is
He be thinkin' wit his Johnson
So he probably got that magic
So he strapped up with a black mask
Riding through yo projects
Whole team is in and out of court
Like who got next
But it′s not a game
When its twenty-five to life
And they hit you with a charge
When you tryna break right
My God
My God
We got that type of shit you bump when you ride
I'm talkin' cruising down two-eighty five
Wit a blunt full of memories
And a cup full of pride
My God

Mind full of dreams
And a liver full of liquor
Backwoods for my soul
Roll the green get iller
Send a message in the sky
For my niggas, that′s dead and gone
Got a heart full of pride
And some woman I can swim in
Spend my money on my vice
But I never pay attention
My conscious talkin′ to me
But I never seem to listen
I'm gone
I′m gone

Back
Back where I came from
Where niggas startin' problems
Cause they bored like it ain′t none
They'll probably never listen
Till I′m Rich and I'm famous
And my whip ain't got no top
Just like the bitch that I came wit′
Shit
It′s not important
Less it's dipped in the gold
Or draped in diamonds
Still your highness
I just speak for your soul
Black excellence at it′s finest
I'm just searching for more
For all my peers with tatted tears
I hope it wasn′t my bro
See
We kill each other wit' no mercy for yo′s
I speak these words into existence
For the rich and the poor
I hope your conscious took you further
Than just gettin' the doe
And selling dope
And hittin' licks
Cause that′s all we′ll ever know
I roam these streets and carry beats
My heart ain't pumpin′ no more
After this pain that I've endured
It′s sad to say but I'm cold
Somewhat a blessing and a curse
From these Flint rivers, I flow
Keep hearing voices in my head
And this the way that it goes
My God
My God
We got the type of shit you bump in yo ride
I′m talkin' cruising down seventy five
Wit a cup half full of Henny
And my bitch by my side
My God

Mind full of dreams
And a liver full of liquor
Backwoods for my soul
Roll the green get iller
Send a message in the sky
For my niggas that's dead and gone
Got a heart full of pride
And some woman I can swim in
Spend my money on my vice
But I never pay attention
My conscious talkin′ to me
But I never seem to listen
I′m gone
I'm gone