Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth

Yeah I'm at the end of the rope
Dead Cause I dropped the soap
Now the feds keeping tabs
And the crooks selling crack
I never did the hard stuff
I was to busy medicating
Now I'm brazing against shark skin
They think I'm a nark kid
I Know I act tough but deep inside I'm soft
I'm not made for this life
Apologies to my pops
For doing him wrong
Now I'm all on my own
Putting out these songs
Feeling hell a broke
My bank is in red like the hair of Ron
Scars on my head like hairy pot
This no fantasy
This is real life
But it's final like fantasy
They don't deal twice
I'm stuck with cards
Swimming with the sharks
Wondering what to do
But their aiming for my heart
And I'm focusing on my art
Where do I start
Maybe I gotta push the button
And restart.

Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth

My niece found dory
I wrote a new story
l love music like Topanga and Corey
The new chapter better
Wanna be a King the track my Coretta
Illegal like serial scratched Beretta
Looking for myself so meta
No time like the present to begin forever
It's more than the cheddar
Write my life in lyrical letters
Brooklyn sidewalk grit crushed into my sneaker's grip
I might trip but won't slip
Punchlines and quips is how I'm equipped
In the crucible of ghetto spaces
Various stages
Digital or paper pages
Hustle transition
Duffel bag mathematician
Tri-State edition
Politics past signing the petition
Of star wishing
Listen
Redskin but blacker than the pot called the kettle
Worked to hard to settle
Renegade Rebel must stay paid
On a Higher Level

Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth
Running out of options
Thinking I'ma cock this
Promise me it gets better
Cuz I'll never hit the streets
I'm too fragile to make ends meat
I'm bound for something tragic
In the mouth of the sharks teeth