I grew up memorizing all the cracks in the wall
Staring up at the ceiling watching particles fall
See I prayed every day for a change to be made
And I’d wait to be saved, oh no
Up at night, hiding under covers found my escape
Shut my eyes and let the bass buzz into my brain
See I knew I was destined for bigger and better but never said a thing
I pull up and park, hop out and swag
Grab the Glock out the trunk, other Glock in the stash
Just a regular nigga, with no chains or nothin’
If I do get some shines, you try to snatch
There’s repercussions, and concussions
You know what’s after that, end of discussions
Swipping and swapping a pack, nigga the corner back
I got me four in the back, whip cost me four hundred flat
I’m getting thrown in that, still got my same clientel
If i didn’t have me no shows, I been done bought me a bail
I been done bought me a scale, I’m getting packs in the mail
And now I got plaques on the wall, I told them like something I can sell
These bitches just fought with my locks, like I was straight out of Yonkers
And I be somewhere in the trap, If I didn’t have me a concert
And everybody around you is so basic
I’m never rocking white, I’m like a racist
I don’t drink my liquor with a chasin’
And money is the only thing I’m chasin’
And some dope dimes on some coke lines
Give me head all night, cum four times
Baby girl just wanna smoke a pound
Do an ounce, get some dick
Tell her friends about it
Wrist game glitta motivate my niggas
Hated by many when these bitches wanna tattoo their name on your dick
And you can’t take your bitch nowhere, she so famous
Niggas want more, all I do is motivate ’em
It’s all I do, niggas want more, can you blame ’em?
I was just like you
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.
If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.
For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.
In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;
And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.
Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.
Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.
Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?
Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.
— On Death, Khalil Gibran