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Between the frames of mind

Lies a pain that stains the hands of time

Sustaining the blood that runs through the veins of mines

While I'm trying to calculate dollars

Y'all are too busy chasing dime - pieces

I see life's thesis got y'all blind

Open mouths can't hear, and closed eyes miss the signs

Continue down the path you're on and find yourself confined within a box of pine

Yeah, shorty is real fine,

But her mind is uneducated - too bad knowledge doesn't grow on vines

I have to climb the highest trees just to read between the lines

That society preaches to me

The truth always seem to be hidden, but the bullshit is underlined...

I undermind their authority; disrespect their seniorority

And the minority is a fool if they think the majority rule,

And we're the ones committing the crimes

While y'all whining over spilled milk,

It's whole new milk cartons I'm buy'n

And while I'm walking ahead of the game

Y'all running out of time

Those with lame lies become exposed,

While my truth flows like Heinz

Y'all some everyday syrup niggas - to sweet for your own good

While your boi is one of a kind

You've only been in the hood a few years - with no chance of re-sign

I've been in the game for 23 yrs and still haven't resigned

My hustle gave birth to wealth, so I'm trying to cop a mil to keep my pockets from crying

I'm so hungry for this money they nicknamed me Ryan's

I want all I can eat

I'm trying to get the sun around my neck just to shadow Diddy's shine -

Coping whips by the fleet

With me in the light of the lime -

Eating fettuccini for breakfast, with champaign and white wine

They should call me "Mack 10" the way I be pimpin these dimes

And call me Ike Turner the way I beat your rhymes

This is mines - The game

All lame niggas step aside

Tha Prodigal One has spit,

And now this shit has been properly re-defined.



Tha Prodigal One...