Tomorrow

I sat on the bench penning a verse Yes, it's Evidence who wrote for whatever it's worth I let the ink bleed cause when I squeeze it's cohesive Make a beat, release the cold pieces That's the sound when I am down and out Round and round we go round another round-a-bout A city painted blue or red is what a town about I'm stepping out tonight and God willing stepping out of bounds I came up but money can't buy me love But it can buy me other things I need, what? I think it's time we break the gate again I motivate and think bigger than money out the ATM It's as good as gone shit, it's as bad as here The status is the climate in the atmosphere There's things you can't touch, spray but can't brush I guess the latency said a little late but I can't rush Sat in the back of the Jimmy Z and I started sketching One arm hanging out the window with the muscle flexing Stacey Adams foot on the seat resting Open the book of Revelations and pick out a lesson Powers beyond control of pencil Draw blood every time I cut a record, I blow a vessel You get charcoaled The battery charge while the chablis sparkle in the carafe Two fingers raise the glass off the marble It's all a legend Mix the medicine with the Benson and hedges, lower the ledges Might take a little off of the top, fade the edges Still keep it crisp Pay no attention to the politics cause ignorance is bliss Complex Napoleon, triple X, Nickelodeon Remove the garbage, work the night shift, the rap custodian Use your face as a tray to put out a bogey And do a quarter in midnight, noon, or morning So move according I sat on a plane and let my brain unwind Hot towels for my face and wine Defying the laws of gravity, space and time International airspace, I'm flying with the divine Keep the fact that racetracks can lead to dark places in mind Exercise in smart taste refine Higher than artificial borders and these man-made lines 30,000 Feet above or past the man-made crime The future is pure potential and promise The unpolished is raw Soft clay but data's the new knowledge The present is a gift like my presence when I'm gone In fact, it's always right now even when I'm wrong The elevation never drops, tell 'em better never stop Watch 'em play the part, I tell 'em to get some better props Understanding one world over trying to set it off Looking down I see the bubble, hoping that it never pops I sat on the bus brushing my waves, sunny CA My sunshine shine as if it don't rain Your dame went from no-name to damn near knowing the whole game That's cold fame, my cell phone rang My number don't change, I picked it up Had a pick-me-up from my domain She drove a dope Range like my blood brother who don't bang She love that Cobain because she blow brains and blow things Up out of proportion sometimes I light her propane She like to hold hands with grown mans I like to hold papes and blow cake like it's my birthday I feel I'm 38 I say forgive my curses, Jake I should have went to church today To wash away my sins so I can shine when them curtains raise I hope the gas prices lower like the murder rate So all that bread can circulate properly where the urban stay So much red and blue you swore it was a purple state I guess they threw that gold on it in hopes Irvin stay