Uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, ha   Come on, come on, come on   Ha, what yeah   Diggin in the crates ya'      Come on, come on, come on   Uhh, yeah, Lord Finesse ya'   Check it yeah, uhh, check it out   Check it out      Yo, my movement motion   Smooth or rough as the ocean   Sometimes, it slip away and I lose devotion      My judgement get cloudy   Then I wanna get rowdy   Like Arabia   Terrorize like Saudi Arabia      My avons reflects my mood swing   Switch colors like a mood ring   Wifey telling me good things      So, I won't strain   Got grey hairs and only been here 25 years   Shed tears for niggaz, I knew for life, now lifeless   When you died to us, was like the Iranian crisis      I took it hard, like a flick slow mo' breathing   Prophetize dot of a book, summer night's dreaming   Semi-wet as I write this, dragging the cancer sticks   Smoke thick, Hennessey shots to my wig      Half naked while I jot this   Lounging in my boxers   Dreaming Tahiti, even settle for the Bahamas   I get a boner      When I'm asleep dreaming that I'm louging on a yaucht   (Chillin' in the sun)   Bom bout the leave the docks, reality I wake up to   Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust   It's just the      Stress, frust, make me wanna bust   Make me wanna cuss   I lust for living a life, a righteousness   With invisible forces stand in my way   Keeping my mind off course      I'm searching for the light like Noah   The flame combust   Upon the bush, forseeing my future like the Nova   Pushing for the brighter side of living a life   A better time, pouring rhymes like wine      Till my cup run it over   Temptation on my shoulder   I'm growing colder than a polar bear   Thinking about a bank hold up      I fall upon my lap and rest my head, upon my knee caps   Is it a crime that I be dreaming about the G's black?   Freeze for a minute, gotta take control of my life   Gotta hold it like a knife      Must have more then a slice you know   Frustration, mental masturbation   (Confusion)   Life is love living till I'm right be in a illusion   Seclusion, seeing me is rare      I rather attain stacks mack the islands on a plane ready for lift off   And spend grands, sipping exotic juice   Laying in the shade and shores   At a fly resort, on my cell contact the D I T C cohorts   Talking to the God Finesse   We tight like Indians with a Mohawk and so on      Conversation going on, do the math   Dreaming I leave the, champagne bubble bath   Reality I wake up to   Feels like I woked up to a cloud filled room with angel dust   It's just the      Stress, frust, make me wanna bust   Make me wanna cuss   I lust for living a life, a righteousness   With invisible forces stand in my way   Keeping my mind off course      Stress, frust, make me wanna bust   Make me wanna cuss   I lust for living a life, a righteousness   With invisible forces stand in my way   Keeping my mind off course      (Your working hard for the dough)   But time seem to go slow   Busting your ass to go from a amatuer to a pro   Low budget feeling inside no more can you score      Bad and good fight inside just like a war   (Slavery later foundation for my nation   Centuries before Final Call be the New World Order)      2 K's on it's way, no time for play   So, I pray to God, got me on a path of righteuos ways   Even though I get stressed, and frustrated      The best time for me to bless a rhyme   Is to put the pen through a test   (Yeah, I want the riches, the misses on my side on a pool   With the night, when blitzed and magic like a grand wizard)      Official O C, a two syllable sound   Three six incomplete like the earth was round   And on that note keep hope alive, striving to rise   From the inner soul      Seeing through the eyes of a crow you know   Slow pacing walk forth is only right   Seperating the cause   From another man far from yours      (Going for mine, still coming off a two year hiatus)   And in that time nigga's bit my shit like alligators   It's alright though this rap shit is stress for us   It makes you feel like your in a hallway robust with angel dust   Reality I wake up to, my old dad once told me   "How you live your life is all on you, son"      Stress, frust, make me wanna bust   Make me wanna cuss   I lust for living a life, a righteousness   With invisible forces stand in my way   Keeping my mind off course      Stress, frust, make me wanna bust   Make me wanna cuss   I lust for living a life, a righteousness   With invisible forces stand in my way   Keeping my mind off course