Here, The Next
Here, The Next by Lloyd
See im far from perfect
but with every verse spit, i try to bolster
and raise the BAR like a kid tryin to be a lawyer.
it's no facade to surface
against Audemars, fast cars, and pearls
when you try to get your voice heard, it's worthless
so i drop a gem off just like they oysters.
in this priceless fight
where you only get ur chance on stage
if the Price Is Right
cuz it's like, to write's a vice
you grab a mic and recite
of how you sold cane, dust, and hard white
living a hard life, god trife to save
the realest came, killed n slain if they stared wrong, from a guage
when all along, they wouldn't bear arms in a heat wave.
it's no shortage of songs about this
filled with dreams, surrounded with queens
on yachts and big houses.
it's all a scheme that comes out this
foulness, vultures pray on ur comming of age
and you can't do a damn thing about it.
cuz all of these pigs
push you till ur pulling ur wig
in a biz, where ur the Last Boy Scout like Jimmy Dix.
it is, al