Lyrics
I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed
Focusing on the self that needs nurturing
I can't pretend I'm not myself
Acknowledging authenticity
But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave
Asking for respect and cleanliness
I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed
Reiterating the need to nurture a specific aspect of oneself
I can't pretend I'm not myself
Emphasizing the importance of being true to oneself
But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave
Repeating the request for cleanliness and respect
Riddle me this, Mona Lisa piece of pepperoni
Poetic riddle, perhaps questioning the complexity of life
Smilin' over phony speakers, gettin' a fit
Describing a lively scene with a touch of skepticism
Often off of the shits, it's a party at my granny house
-Now birthdays and funerals will only bring the family out
-Riddle me new, politician do a dance for me
Critical view of political figures and societal issues
Hot potato, milly rock, devastation of kiddy bop
-Idiot, itty bitty resentfulness
-Riddle me gone, Chicago go go bye
Reflections on Chicago, relocation, and change
Chicago East roam savage
-Ashes for backstage passes
-Ashes to house on Ashland
-Chicago go go Kobe
-Move to L.A. county
Nostalgia for the past and adaptation to a new life
But all my old life there
-But all my new life there
-Riddle me, Lord, forgive me
Seeking forgiveness or understanding
I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed
Reiteration of self-focus and authenticity
I can't pretend I'm not myself
-But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave
-I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed
Repeating the call for cleanliness and respect
I can't pretend I'm not myself
-But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave
-Shaking the dust off my heel as I get infected
Dealing with challenges and embracing uniqueness
Weekend trips to my aunties was an antiseptic
-The fat boy anorexic ain't admit
-'Cause my complexion rich like an Etch-a-Sketch
-I'm sculpting the pain in 'em like ammonia Lewis
Expressing pain through creative outlets
My notebooks less Jesus, more gospel to it
-Let's holler and hoop and my niggas is stupid, my niggas is shooting
Highlighting loyalty and origins
Your interpretation of that last bar will tell me where you was rooted
-Me and mines amongst the popular still
Celebrating resilience and underground culture
I'm talking moonshine, night walkin', underground, high stakin'
-Cop'll put the choppa on ya, make the pupils dilate
Commenting on the impact of fear and love
Oh what a drug is fear, oh what a love is close
-Oh at the crib with the coupe deville with the
Recalling experiences with excess and its consequences
Overdose that made jealousy dance on the crowd
-I been everywhere, everywhere let me down
Expressing disappointment and a search for identity
Worn every hat every hat with a crown
-Now every head bowed, dear God
A moment of reflection or prayer
I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed
Final emphasis on self-focus and authenticity
I can't pretend I'm not myself
-But if you go wipe your shoes before you leave
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