Ain't no difference between
The hood and the moon though
(Yeah yeah)
Cold streets follows the breeze
Of the dark side of the moon
With no street lights on
I seen stars so far away from this planet
Yet they don't realize it (Aye hol up)
Pockets don't talk much and so
These women basket ball benching
Looking at these niggas shooting at the netting
While I'm daydreaming wishing that could be
Me but the bench and the goal not that far apart though
You can be a bum and lay there like you in a park though or take the option
And flick the wrist with the shot to the goal
And stop living in your dome even though it's rent free stick to it like grass with cleats
My crass can't be breached swapping through
Niggas but watch out for the leach is the main key to keep the flesh clean
Wide open
One Human fear is to die broken
I got Crochet tools for runes
More raid cans for tombs
Release dates cant recant the cool
Curse marks as proof
Sweat wove and fused
Stone mechs wrestling through
Olmecs left a clue
Toltec testing you
Step 9
Diamond state of mind
Eye pressured you
When the shadows box back
How you step to dude
Think twice bout
Think twice bout subterfuge
I had a dream that Saleen cream coupe was roofless
After I Finished up roosting bruises
Cash rules everything and misconstrues
Troubles with truth and truthless
Can't tell who is whom
Word is bond
Sealed too soon
Time leaves
Here comes the moonlight sky
Gunshot wounds and lies
After the labored cries is when you open your eyes
Surprise