You And MeA-1 (Rap)

[Verse 1]
This song comes from the thoughts of a insane brain
The game falls from the clouds like the Sunday rain
Movin’ town after town, tryna just maintain
I need something to hold on like a one link chain
Soon as I touch down on that one way plane
I take off so fast, leave the one way stain
Will I ever go home? Shit, some day, mane
But I’m goin’ to my ghost, tryna take the short cut
Goin’ the wrong way down the one way lane
‘Cause I can get there faster, if I don’t crash first
Tryna be free, some may say
That’s like eye contact on the subway train
‘Cause if it ever happens it’ll be so rare
People that got it all won’t share
And the people who got it all don’t care ‘bout nothing
It’s people who got nothing ‘cause in life’s no fair, but
But that’s life, so there
I think about it every D-A-Y, in the B-A-Y
Where the Gs bring the chop outside
That’s why you see ‘em wearing jeans when it’s hot outside
Seen people get beaten, get robbed outside
Seen people get cheaten, get shot outside
Homie Cal got locked, now we not outside
My grandma died, I seen my dad fled out crying, damn

[Verse 2]
I never thought I’d ever see the day
I never even got to meet her
She look just like my dad and got my dad features, so
It’s weird seeing pictures people took
Of these people that you look like
Wonder what she cook like
Wonder what she talk like, walk like and thought like
Guess I never know, maybe if I ever go to heaven
And I will, and she could meet her kid’s son
And spend time in paradise if there is one
Though I was raised to believe in God
Gotta admit if he’s made up I can see why
Kids suffering, nuclear fire power
Most of my peers don’t adhere to a higher power
Understandably, ‘cause of all the tragedy
It’s gonna take the man in me to conquer this insanity
Pac made a brother wanna stop all the casualty
Never kill a man, less he hurt my family
But for that, it’s a wrap like banana leaves
See me in the trees, [?] from the canape
That might learn ‘em, for that I’ll burn
[?] throw them bullets he can catch like [?]
His funeral, the preacher got to act right sermon
Johnny was a good man, even know he got young
Six feet, had this mindset since I’m five one
Pitchin’ dimes but we never got the [?]
Slick talk to women, no tight tongue
We resort to pimpin’ ‘cause we think we’d never find love
Wrong again, no love, [?]
Livin’ in a dream world, figure out what’s real
For therapy I paint words with the canvas
Don’t go big, I play poor with the [?]
I’m out in front in my lane again
Before I even get to say goodbye, I’m on the plane again