ayo feels like im lost in reality... fell through the cracks in the system n the cavities n i dont have a clue what i should do about normality cause normal in america is closer to insanity fit into your cubicle n sit behind a screen 40 hours a week isnt what id call a dream so it seems i dont fit unto your scene where you care about the tags on the seams of your jeans and you care about the snapback fitted cap teams i just wanna hear a smoothe track wit a good beat i just wanna see a fine ass girl with a drink in her hand and a beer in the other one for me and i wouldnt mind a crowd couple thousand people deep wit their hands in the air gettin high as i be brain dead maybe im a zombie maybe im an oddity, but the world is odd to me you see hard time tryna get through the clouds all the haters tried to fill me with doubt but i figured it out... [Im lost in reality] speakin proper smokin blunts dressin white and cuttin up drinkin liquor fuckin sluts lotto tickets megamillions fuck them swishers get a dutch lick it cut it spill the guts stuff it lick it roll it stick it spark it hit it get a buzz puff it puff it pass it up spit a verse n let it bump people lookin at me crazy tell em they could catch the nuts stackin up, rackin up and gaggin freaks who wanna cut used to wanna fit in but now i dont really give a fukk

a bad dream for a mother of 5 dad drinkin all day out in the streets all night he was a creep alright, eyes tight from the reefer black outfit meant hes robbin some people detroit winters brick, ski mask seams feasable until the gats pulled and his fee's unreasonable "i want it all" (echo) "pow" (echo) he dips, the body falls, n thats all its so cold in the d, nobodies saw but really nobody's tryna deal with the law bloodstained still drunk off the gate runs back to his home, kids wishin for a plate no food just a scumbag home with a dubsac bottle of jack for his wife a backhand slap get some dinner down ASAP told oldest son pat "dont say jack" cause its just another day in the life pat never really felt right about him never any love all his dad did was doubt him your never good enough hed spit on him on the regular he didnt make the team hed on him on the regular regular life when that shit isnt right sometimes hed hear his mom scream all through the night bruises on her face in the mornings shed cry n still say she must have deserved it this time pat would boil, frustrations, his patience was so thin he sometimes would smoke just to take it let the weed burn slow on occasion n plot their salvation, hes gotta save them n its tough with the pressure to make it his friends couldnt take it, they all went to bakin but he went to notebooks, headphones n the basement n he wondered where hip hop could take him cause its just another day in the life so pat rapped and by rapped i mean raped everybody on the stage, the competition couldnt hang mcs overheard overtown to overseas fans started showin up to like any and everything till joe from interscope flew out to see a show boom pats on a flight to a studio joe was blown away by pats way with poetry the records sold and pat was finally doin his thang but his dad couldnt hang, jealous of the success hed smack pat around choke him till hes voiceless n hed tell him hed take it all from him n hed tell his son he didnt want him the mom walked in fed up with the pain she said everythings change yet you remain the same the dad moved back to the ghetto that day but the mom moved away a permanent vaycay