text: Let me get a chop at this lumber
  Niggas from down Underground they hangin around the A-Town
  Lookin for a come up, workin from 9 to 5
  Just to get some change so T-Mo can stay alive
  Not greedy or livin lavish yet, but you can bet
  That when I do, nobody from my crew will I forget
  And if I start to get large and come up on some change
  I wont change, everybody know they down
  Its not the same, everyday life can be different
  These laws got me ready to brawl cause I fall a victim
  So I still be slangin them fat pillows to make em meet
  Each and every day as I comb my city streets
  Sometimes I wish I never had been a part of this mess
  Cause the system got us fucked up
  It put us to the test, women and men, if you black, you in
  Food for the soul, listen to what I tell you
  It dont matter young or old, its time we loc up
  And do like we suppose
  We killin each other over this bullshit and some clothes
  We trapped off in this worlds society with no place else to go
  So how you feel?
  Frustrated, irritated
  Sometimes I dont know myself, I be too numb
  To feel something sometimes, so I dig deep
  Get in the Cherokee
  Let my mind fly free into the wilderness
  So I can get this shit off my mind
  Thats why I be smokin that dank sometimes
  It keep me from snappin, keeps me calm
  Keeps my mind open, keeps me fond
  Of what I gots to do off in the studio
  To get my old bird back on her feet
  And my little bro in Statesboro
  And my little cuz Mark Twain, all my folks that hang with me
  When I was out in the trap or when I was goin
  Through one of our episodes, only God knows
  What I go through, so I get down on my knees
  Sometimes I come home too high to pray
  But I get on my bed, lay on my back
  And meditate, anyway, in the ceiling
  The four walls, its like cell therapy
  Got nothing to do but write about my L-I-F-E
  Put it down on paper...
  Man, so what you feelin like?
  I live for today, motherfuck another hour, it might be sour
  Never know my day so Im prayin in the shower
  Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness, a witness to bad
  Im lookin for good in the Southwest, God bless my neighborhood
  Theres people killin in the street to eat
  Survivin’ the day is the only goal that I set
  Just to make it home, Im not alone
  Someones out to get me when I havent done shit wrong
  My head felt swoll, messed up, couldnt see past my mouth
  “What route did you take, man?” Got me by the loops of my pants
  Got me on the curb lettin the traffic pass me by
  No questions, I said nothing
  Lookin for the mutant to be buckin the law, naw man, Gipp
  Showed him my shit, closed my mouth then I dip
  See to me a G is a person who understands the plan
  Cant make no moves when you in the hands of the man
  They got some new suites down Peachtree
  Left wing for the Feds, right wing for the hardheads
  Makin more deals than Buddy Fowlkes made with Hartsfield
  Somebody dont want my face in this place for ‘96, shits slick
  Car be clean lookin fresh, dog be scratchin at my chest
  Under the order of who? Guess who, aint none iller
  Than Miller, wanna 1-2 your ass
  No more life what you gave is the past, cause aint no future
  Wanna “Miller camp” your case, disgrace your face
  Make it seem to be safe, aint no place to run
  Sometimes I dont even know how Im gon eat
  Bout twenty dollars away from being on the street
  Shit, you might see a nigga on TV
  But hell, its almost like Im rappin for free
  That little money be gone
  God dammit, Im grown
  Gotta help keep the heat and lights on
  It would be nice to have more but I kinda like bein poor
  At least I know what my friends here for
  I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I cant
  I wanna tell you that its all good, but it aint
  Its niggas hurtin and uncertain about
  If they gon make it or not, thats why we got niggas killing
  Feelin like they comin up off a little dope they sold
  You can get some gold but we wont make it as a whole
  Cause without you, thered be no me
  And without no unity there will never be any happiness
  You could smoke a pound of sess
  And it still wont relieve your stress
  God bless... my thought process
  The thought process... Now-
  Now as an Outkast, I was born, wasnt warned of the harm
  That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life
  Done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it aint nothin
  Like elevators but I aint the one thats pushin the buttons
  I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasnt one
  They said it skipped from 12 to 14
  Still smoking, still drinking
  No, Im sittin on the Lincoln 4 AM thinking
  That in reality the world is like a ball full of players
  We trapped off in this maze with walls made of layers
  And only prayer is the tightest game that you can have
  The devils takin a swing, that might explain the broken glass
  But my crystal ball see the pistol fall to the wayside
  Nobody would die in cops and robbers when we used to play, right?
  Huh, the only thing we feared was Williams, Wayne
  Never thought about hittin licks or slangin caine
  Did not think Id be the one to give in to abortion
  Label me murderer because my ass is scorchin
  Hot from the Glock that sits under my seat
  Yeah, its real fucked up that my folks come to get me
  And its like dat...yeah, uh-huh, yeah, and its like dem!