Codes and Cab Fare

Black Milk:

King without a care, frownin' while the crown lay on they head

Crew recruitin' Huey Newton, chair sittin' hand holding spear

You was on a star chase, I was in a dark place

Lookin' for that glair

Lookin' for that light ahead

Days got dimmer starin' down that dark tunnel

Hopin' that you see a glimmer when them walls start crumblin'

Calls stop comin' in

People start mumblin'

Stomach start rumblin'

Need to hear applause and the fans call once again

Cab driver make a right, right up at the light

Destination: life

But stay here for a moment

I shouldn't be that long just keep the meter goin'

Keep the meter rollin' while I go in for a few

Left a song for the little one, tell him Dad cares

Wish I could've stayed longer, gotta pay this cab fare

But um, you hopin' better days'll come

Face to face with reality, no VH1

I sit back some, Watchin' my n!ggas that spark live

That's waitin' for sunraise to penetrate dark clouds

Black Thought:

So I'm standin between vanity and foolish pride

On 7 Mile and Telegraph where the two collide

If I'm a man amongst kings and gods, who am I

For leavin' so many crucified or coup d'etated

I'm from the D where everything is very do or die

My will to survive is what's separating you and I

My memoirs is revolutionary suicide

Now, who the realist n!gga alive? Well you decide

This rusty.45 is never under-utilized

What goes down like a logo on a Puma Clyde? Homicide

Probably on these loudmouth bumbaclots

Thinking it's cool to walk around not supervised

But f**k supervision, cause you and you can get it

Lately I've been having premonitions of superstition

But if I stepped into the confessional, who would listen?

I need to change my ways, show me the new religion