Tomorrow

I sat on the bench penning a verse

Yes, it's Evidence who wrote for whatever it's worth

I let the ink bleed cause when I squeeze it's cohesive

Make a beat, release the cold pieces

That's the sound when I am down and out

Round and round we go round another round-a-bout

A city painted blue or red is what a town about

I'm stepping out tonight and God willing stepping out of bounds

I came up but money can't buy me love

But it can buy me other things I need, what?

I think it's time we break the gate again

I motivate and think bigger than money out the ATM

It's as good as gone shit, it's as bad as here

The status is the climate in the atmosphere

There's things you can't touch, spray but can't brush

I guess the latency said a little late but I can't rush

Sat in the back of the Jimmy Z and I started sketching

One arm hanging out the window with the muscle flexing

Stacey Adams foot on the seat resting

Open the book of Revelations and pick out a lesson

Powers beyond control of pencil

Draw blood every time I cut a record, I blow a vessel

You get charcoaled

The battery charge while the chablis sparkle in the carafe

Two fingers raise the glass off the marble

It's all a legend

Mix the medicine with the Benson and hedges, lower the ledges

Might take a little off of the top, fade the edges

Still keep it crisp

Pay no attention to the politics cause ignorance is bliss

Complex Napoleon, triple X, Nickelodeon

Remove the garbage, work the night shift, the rap custodian

Use your face as a tray to put out a bogey

And do a quarter in midnight, noon, or morning

So move according

I sat on a plane and let my brain unwind

Hot towels for my face and wine

Defying the laws of gravity, space and time

International airspace, I'm flying with the divine

Keep the fact that racetracks can lead to dark places in mind

Exercise in smart taste refine

Higher than artificial borders and these man-made lines

30,000 Feet above or past the man-made crime

The future is pure potential and promise

The unpolished is raw

Soft clay but data's the new knowledge

The present is a gift like my presence when I'm gone

In fact, it's always right now even when I'm wrong

The elevation never drops, tell 'em better never stop

Watch 'em play the part, I tell 'em to get some better props

Understanding one world over trying to set it off

Looking down I see the bubble, hoping that it never pops

I sat on the bus brushing my waves, sunny CA

My sunshine shine as if it don't rain

Your dame went from no-name to damn near knowing the whole game

That's cold fame, my cell phone rang

My number don't change, I picked it up

Had a pick-me-up from my domain

She drove a dope Range like my blood brother who don't bang

She love that Cobain because she blow brains and blow things

Up out of proportion sometimes I light her propane

She like to hold hands with grown mans

I like to hold papes and blow cake like it's my birthday

I feel I'm 38

I say forgive my curses, Jake

I should have went to church today

To wash away my sins so I can shine when them curtains raise

I hope the gas prices lower like the murder rate

So all that bread can circulate properly where the urban stay

So much red and blue you swore it was a purple state

I guess they threw that gold on it in hopes Irvin stay