Altitude

I'm on a higher altitude I'm just doing what I have to do Hands on the green like a bag of peas I roll the dice for my own sanity Ran away from life But now I'm racing my reality My wife to be gon be a sight to see And this what it's like to be When you the greatest in your soul It don't matter who call you pretty You know you vogue I be the realest on the low Carry my fam up by the load They gon tell you how I rose Matter of fact I never fold Watch the fake implode While my brothers they stay Gold Put this on my mother I promise I can't be another one who has lived and died by the gun But my brothers from the slums So my blood in these streets That's that California Red rum They'll put your ass to sleep Numb We so rude I'm on a higher altitude I'm just doing what I have to do Yeah They hate they way I speak cuz I'm brown I'm proud and I'm loud The voices of the crowd be Surrounding in my dreams I hate the way I'm fighting myself All the pain that's been dealt Put my gun on the shelf And stay alive for my team They could never stop the way that I'm feeling The pride be the reason I can't be defeated May my death be sweet I feel all the actions involved Just go and sound the alarm I'm coming back with a storm Have you heard a brother scream For the love maybe needed It's been cold every season My energy been depleted But I've been a fiend So I've been trying to be patient In my room I've been pacing Let's have a conversation On how I haven't been seen Its cuz I'm on a higher altitude I'm just doing what I have to do (I'm just doin what I have to do)