Artist: The 49ers f/ DOE Album: State of the Art Song: Can You Feel That Typed by: OliverLang55@yahoo.com DOE Staring at the walls of the booth my mind tends to drift Like a crashed plane leaving survivors lost on an island My pent up rage got me locked in a cage Like a Rikers Island inmate barely surviving My thought process is to keep on striving I ran out of gas but I keep on driving I feel negativity but keep on sliding The positive is pushing me to keep on riding The saxophones in the beat put me where I want to be Like Jas Mace going hard rocking for the cheap seats Or A-C-E in front of the MP Going hard pushing keys trying to make that heat But things change I realize it ain't the same Where it's cheaper to buy a grill than cop the propane Surrounded by hood rats, pimps, pushers, and trash Where bags of green cost the same as gas So I get high, instead of going to my gear Talked the same but I spent it looking fly as a saint But Geo said vanity will take away your sanity To advocate the evil like Keanu Reeves regals Drop ragtops with gold Daytons attached Went to school but the rap was my goal so I snapped In the age where we drop out to pump crack Rock Tims, hold gats, tecs cock back Motivated by the thugs from the south Track track boys on the map, crunk beats in the back Man, how you love that How you love that Hook This my mind set if you feel that Come and rock with the kid how you love that We got the roof back skylines the ceiling Oh you love that, fly's how I'm feeling Jas Mace Everyday is like a new year, a new beginning Gotta get up with the sunrise wipe the sleep from my eyes Trying to make it through life with no surprises But it's tough when you gotta juggle work kids and college Not to mention your girl wants the time she deserves So I really can't get mad at the girl This world is a fucked up place but I make the best of it And don't expect nothing less from it Even though it makes me sick in my stomach because the rich gotta run it Life's a bitch but we done it to ourselves Turned heaven to hell and turned paradise into a cesspool some damn fools Y'all know the rules to the game It's like the Yin and the Yang ain't a damn thing changed This pen be my remedy Cause I'm still making dope lines like the coke heads of the 70's Hook This my mind set if you feel that Come and rock with the kid how you love that We got the roof back skylines the ceiling Oh you love that, fly's how I'm feeling