Move On

Riding around the eastside in a raggedy Benz
You ain’t have no front porch but you had you some rims
And I inherit the shit
But my parents was kids
And yo parents was kids
It’s to be expected
So I got a necklace before I cleared my credit
Bought my whole checklist and now I’m back indebted
I got a letter saying that we finna lose the crib
And my folks that just got out 'bout to do another bid
I fall asleep with the lights on
Because the darkness is too vivid
Cut my mic on
Because I’m living in a cage, a mental prison
From collisions with the law, death, money, bitches, and drugs
I’m kicking up dust in the name of those who may have sinned before me
Who am I besides «you look just like Tony?»
I am a brother, lover, king, magician, warrior
A lost soul and I might lose control of I don’t learn to move on
Why don’t we move on
You got to help me
Why don’t we move on
You got to help me move on
Why don’t we move on
You got to help me
Why don’t we move on
You got to help me move on