Goodie Mob - Thought Process lyrics

Let me get a chop at this lumber
Niggas from down Underground they hangin'
Around the A Town
Lookin' for a come up, workin' from 9 to 5
Just to get some change so
T-Mo can stay alive
Not greedy or livin' lavish yet
But you can bet that when I do
Nobody from my crew will I forget
And if I start to get large
And come up on some change
I won't change, everybody know they down
It's not the same
Everyday life can be different
These laws got me ready to brawl
'cause I fall a victim
So I still be slangin' them fat
Pillows to make 'em meet
Each and every day as I comb my city streets
Sometimes I wish I never had been
A part of this mess
'Cause the system got us fucked up
It put us to the test, women
And men, if you black, you in
Food for the soul, listen to what I tell you
It don't matter young or old
It's time we loc' up and do like we suppose
We killin' each other over this
Bullshit and some clothes
We trapped off in this world's society
With no place else to go so how you feel?

Frustrated, irritated
Sometimes I don't know myself, I be too numb
To feel something sometimes, so I dig deep
Get in the Cherokee
Let my mind fly free into the wilderness
So I can get this shit off my mind
That's why I be smokin' that dank sometimes
It keep me from snappin', keeps me calm
Keeps my mind open, keeps me fond
Of what I gots to do off in the studio
To get my old bird back on her feet
And my little bro in Statesboro
And my little cuz Mark Twain
All my folks that hang with me
When I was out in the trap
Or when I was goin'
Through one of our episodes, only God knows
What I go through, so I get down on my knees
Sometimes I come home too high to pray
But, I get on my bed, lay on my back
And meditate, anyway, in the ceiling
The four walls, it's like cell therapy
Got nothing to do but write about my L-IF-E
Put it down on paper
Man, so what you feelin' like?

I live for today, motherfuck another hour
It might be sour never know my day so I'm
Prayin' in the shower
Look up and thank the Lord for forgiveness
A witness to bad
I'm lookin' for good in the Southwest
God bless my neighborhood
There's people killin' in the street to eat
Survivin’ the day is the only goal that I set
Just to make it home, I'm not alone
Someone's out to get me when
I haven't done shit wrong

My head felt swoll, messed up
Couldn't see past my mouth
"What route did you take
Man?" Got me by the loops of my pants
Got me on the curb lettin'
The traffic pass me by
No questions, I said nothing
Lookin' for the mutant to be
Buckin' the law, naw man, gipp
Showed him my shit
Closed my mouth then I dip
See to me a G is a
Person who understands the plan
Can't make no moves when you in
The hands of the man
They got some new suites down Peachtree
Left wing for the Feds
Right wing for the hardheads
Makin' more deals than Buddy
Fowlkes made with Hartsfield
Somebody don't want my face in
This place for ‘96, shit's slick
Car be clean lookin' fresh
Dog be scratchin' at my chest
Under the order of who? Guess who
Ain't none iller
Than Miller, wanna 1-2 your ass
No more life what you gave is the past
Cause ain't no future
Wanna "Miller camp" your case
Disgrace your face make it seem to be safe
Ain't no place to run

Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gon' eat
'Bout twenty dollars away from
Being on the street
Shit, you might see a nigga on TV but hell
It's almost like I'm rappin' for free
That little money be gone
God dammit, I'm grown
Gotta help keep the heat and lights on
It would be nice to have more
But I kinda like bein' poor
At least I know what my friends here for
I wanna lie to you sometimes, but I can't
I wanna tell you that it's all good
But it ain't
It's niggas hurtin' and uncertain about
If they gon' make it or not
That's why we got niggas killing
Feelin' like they comin' up off
A little dope they sold
You can get some gold but we
Won't make it as a whole
'Cause without you, there'd be no me
And without no unity there will
Never be any happiness
You could smoke a pound of sess
And it still won't relieve your stress
God bless my thought process

The thought process now-
Now as an Outkast, I was born
Wasn't warned of the harm
That would come to meet me like Met Life
But yet life
Done sent me through a lot of ups
And downs like it ain't nothin'
Like elevators but I ain't the
One that's pushin' the buttons
I got off at the 13th floor
When they told me that it wasn't one
They said it skipped from 12 to 14
Still smoking, still drinking
No, I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 AM thinking
That in reality the world is like
A ball full of players
We trapped off in this maze
With walls made of layers
And only prayer is the tightest
Game that you can have
The devil's takin' a swing
That might explain the broken glass
But my crystal ball see the
Pistol fall to the wayside
Nobody would die in cops and robbers
When we used to play, right?
Huh, the only thing we feared was Williams
Wayne never thought about hittin' licks
Or slangin' 'caine
Did not think I'd be the one
To give in to abortion
Label me "murderer" because my
Ass is scorchin'
Hot from the Glock that sit's under my seat
Yeah, it's real fucked up that my
Folks come to get me
And it's like datyeah, uh huh, yeah
And it's like dem!