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Then offer me help, remind me that I'm all that that I got
N' if not I only talk to the squad
Cus' if I talk on my cell, then I'll be damned if I ain't

call
An issue at work and my manager going berserk
I've had a lot of bad days but this is the worst
Got an upset client on the phone 
Trying to get his

My First Day

Haystak

Street Level: The Mix Tape, Vol. 1

2005

the first steps admittin
I got a problem, I need help, this is something I can't beat myself
I almost felt like I can't be cured
Rehab won't take me 'cause

that bike like I had rims
Treating this box like I got Benz
Punching that clock like we not friends
Chasing that guap yall wit trends
Me and all my

and those memories yeah i know they shattered 
I could see right through them each one's been captured 
By the eyes that iv'e gathered i know what you after

Cuz now things aren't like they used to be 
This love don't get me high 
Stuck in a downward spiral 
While I struggle to get by
But let go
No no no
I

truth is I've been stuck
No words through my brain it sucks (What the fuck)
I got lobotomized that's a nip/tuck
Way too preoccupied to deal wit u dumb

by
And I know the reason I won't ever Have to ask why
You took my heart and that got me Feeling like my cat died
Aye
But I'm feeling like I need that

deceive
I'm here to receive
The dirt cause nigga
I got the seed
Movin' up on the daily that shit crazy
Got me smooth sailing on concrete
It's amazing
People

be me cuz I've been through the suffering
Stress is something else though
Sending us in a frenzy
When we're struggling to be friendly
Act like

Feeling lighter than a feather
Chain me to the bedpost I've been tethered
I've been tryna center
Balancing the drink, not getting redder
Sipping

This how ima start this off
Ain’t no excuses
Not in the dark
More than a few things I’ve done wrong
We can make a list
Checks off the log
Show me

at me I'm a human being
Yea I can be moody, got a bottom set of crooked teeth
But you can still catch me smilin' 
You'll never see me walkin' around in

crowded like a car full of groceries
Satan tryna battle me, excuse me mister
You got it all twisted we not playing twister
Tryna make my give in but I'm not

An incredible teacher

She taught me
To show and not tell
That there's always
A better word than
Got or get

She said
I should
Join the school band
The next year

me a threat 
That not most would not expect

So what I'm trying to say is
This world is unfair
But that doesn't mean you can't win
Life is defined by

to think when I'm surrounded by nooses
But I'm Waiting to see what the world introduces
When none of you helped, I was on my own 
I Got no friends left,

you might need a sweater

I have to make it or lose it
I cut out the excuses
There is a big difference between winning and losing
It's hard to think

love the way you sexing me
Got in touch with the universe It's protecting me
Could spit a 32 or I could fuck round with the melodies
They tryna make

the memories flood-in like a rush from the past
Hey, now I'm feeling like Brady cause I'm going for the bucks like it's fuck the Pats
Now I got no ma' homes

you and me.
	It doesn't matter what you think
	We're just a bunch of freaks on Fremont Street

Underneath the Big Vista Trinitron
I Stand in my circle

ain't no Toy Story, you ain't got a friend in me
All those tryna bury me, you better listen up carefully
I don't take that lightly so think twice before

dial
Schemin' got me walkin' to the thrown
Demons got me talkin to the phone
Growing up like Pac without a home
Got me makin' gwop when I'm alone
I've

I got the grip tape paper stuck to my hands 
And ninjas mad at me cause I stuck to the plans
Rolling through the concrete jungle hitting a nollie