He said, "Hot metal cups turn to rusty tin cans And life is what happens while you busy makin plans And desperate youth are starvin for a million dollar mixtape Mouths full of dust, hands diggin through a milk crate Bullet hole soul plates rise up the pop charts They sing about it all from broken hearts to pussy farts New fish to fry on the corner every evenin Steady paper chasin, ain't no time for grievin." Sick fit, needle kit, I passed the man another beer He wiped away a tear as the piano died slowly Washed down the aftertaste of fifty years on planet earth Tryin to live up to the dream of bein holy "Lord why can't I be buried underneath a tree With no more trouble for my worried mind? Every single day I get the blues, and even when it's beautiful Still I think that I could leave it all behind." I said, "Eyes on the prize. Heads up, brother. Walk straight Keep 'em in your cross hares. Never ever hesitate Fools try and rise against the God and I enlighten them Bring me dark days and gloomy thoughts and I will brighten them Waste not, want not sonny. Save your energy I & I is rockin with that uncut synergy Float above the clouds on my ever-bloomin flower Phoenix risin, yeah I got that bird-of-fire power Knife fight, white light, two emcees clashin Sharp tongues spittin gritty rhymes with a passion Art is all that matters so I do it till my last breath Look at how I cook a verse, seasoned like a master chef Serve it to the people who have ears to hear Tell 'em compliments of a heart that's sincere Here to be the catalyst for a brand new dream I'm John Coltrane. Believe I got a love supreme