Everything's not quite what they said it were
Living in a scheme, tryna look past the regular
Play the game, stay the same, it's habitual
But don't let them set you up for the ritual
Fuck it, me and WooSteez back at it with the black magic
That will leave you on your back, flatted
Knocked out, glass of warm milk
In the craftmatic, adjustable bed
While some of you kids can't stand it
As an embryo I said to my soul
'Yo, do you want this body?' it said
'Yeah, I'll take a crack at it
But I let you know right now that if you hurt it
I'll return it to the earth and let the ocean or the land have it'
And then I laughed at me
Man, if everybody's got to go through it
Then screw it, let's do it, take me do the damn planet
And then before I knew it I had emerged
Out of the fluid as a human man
Ritual unions have gotten me in trouble again
And ever since then it's been cracking
Living inside of the body of a half black man
An Italiano Africano like they try to model my body
After Rocky mixed with Apollo, win a combo when it happen
I was wondering of a white dread and the mysteries in the sky
I was wondering
Everything's not quite what they said it were
Living in a scheme, tryna look past the regular
Play the game, stay the same, it's habitual
But don't let them set you up for the ritual
I was wondering how I got Steez for days
Under palm trees even eating bomb-meez with babes
We used to clock G's selling mollies at raves
Back then we was rocking them tall T's and waves
Now it's more like whatever feels comfiest
Down to share my meal with whoever feels hungriest
Anyone that enters in our guild should have incentive to build
Either that or whoever feels luckiest
'Cause they'll emasculate, knife up and castrate
Gun down, assassinate, and kill us unjustly
If we start to fuck with the rise of their machine
It's just a dirty system that we're kinda scared to clean
This is early '30's wisdom that was mine at 17
Spoken from my mid 20's, nothing is as it seems
Trying to look past material schemes
But we marry to the money, it reminds me that being in this
Ritual unions have got me in trouble again
So as you walk upon the earth
Recognize that you've been equipped with only one brain
To make the choice, to follow in the path of the mundane
Or ride on the everyday fun train
When the wheels fall off, it all falls down
You grow old, regretting not taking the road less traveled
Remember till the next generation this one thing
Everything's not quite what they said it were
Living in a scheme, tryna look past the regular
Play the game, stay the same, it's habitual
But don't let them set you up for the ritual