TheKeys

Driving home I saw a falling star Watched it light up the sky Glowing as it dissolved I thought as I watched it die Sometimes I wonder if there's a God, that really can answer prayers How them prayers dont get destroyed hitting heavens thick atmosphere?? I just hope mines leaves a crater ...when I throw thoughts in the air ...hope im the gossip of the Angels The results I’ll see them later Little bo peep it gets frustrating Where I go I got to take Him Know He gon see all my failures And I got a lot of those More than a prodigal I’m like the solid one Stayed with hit pops And just did of his dirt all right Up under his fathers nose I’m Sowing the seeds And Rolling in weeds And Folding my knees At the pot of gold Flowing on beats Or Floating on streams My Life is a dream I don’t gotta Row But my dream’s like a row of them dominoes That’s why I go Count down for the weekend Checked out for the weekend Turn up for the weekend Burnt out from the weekend Prolly gon Po up every weekend Toe up all the weekend Go off on the deep end Every weekend Every weekend I bought some things that I can’t afford Cop that supreme, I’ma cop more My life a scene, Blood on the flo Once I get clean, I’ma fuck it up more I got the keys, open the door I got the keys, open the door I got the keys, open the door I got the keys, open the door Was talking to my nigga Lonnie About how back in our twenties we was so embryonic Now we just take a look back and question all of our logic Why Ain’t I do this or do that Why I waste all this time and Have nothing accomplished Ended the call and then I thought That make sense We mastered wasting time matter of fact We was Latch key kids Locked down in the pad no mom and no dad Hoping to catch me a glimpse Vaginas in mags I’m finding yo stash I know he won’t catch these prints I’m eating up snacks and dragon ball z on the tv I’m Chatting with chicks getting freaky Blackplanet Them messages pinging But that dial up connection’s impeding That same cybersex is the reason My class work ain’t getting completed I’m locked out my house and I’m pissed Keep on forgetting my keys damn Count down for the weekend Checked out for the weekend Turn up for the weekend Burnt out from the weekend Prolly gon Po up every weekend Toe up all the weekend Go off on the deep end Every weekend Every weekend My momma broke down when she got those keys I watched as she unlatched that bolt a jolt of emotions crashed in and as a result boiled over like old fashioned oats She hit the floor and the tears came rolling avalanche of salt caused by the past we fought Now we actually have a home And she had to go and support it Working all types of hours Commuting stuck in that traffic Might not see you in the morning Sack lunch is seeming foreign Sacrifice was enourmous Ain’t have no Jordan’s But she took me to the Mervyn's To buy a jacket She made a meal that’s hand crafted She come from work that’s a circus To home a tightrope Trying to balance We came from a city of violence To homeowners in California Could have been just another dead black kid But instead I’m in here dying of boredom I got the keys I got the keys I got the keys I got the keys ...